Oh KT! There was no tea in those Long Islands...
I just encouraged Kelsey to make out with some guy for beer so I could take one, does this make me a pimp?
By definition I think it does.
So this is what it feels like to be all that is man.
I feel like I am becoming dumber sitting here in class than I would be sitting on the couch smoking weed.
So, I picked up my 7 ft tall lamp post and used it to close my door. I feel quite accomplished.
Bookstore boy and I went out, he came back here and I tried to fool around and he respects me too much blah blah I'm a predator.
I just puked my brains out on the side of the road (see picture) And I took a picture for our scrapbook! I am always thinking! =) tell me your proud?!
We stayed up until 4:20 AM. The next thing I remember was waking up at 4 PM, like my internal alarm clock knew.
Florida has a way of just fucking with a person's soul and jizzing all over their hopes and dreams. Like existential bukkake.
You came home with a traffic cone and said, "this is my birthday condom."
There is someone hissing in the hallway. Not even a typo. Not pissing. Hissing. Like a large cat. Or a komodo dragon.
My only positive piece of news is that my roommate is moving home for the summer, so our stress-relief sex will be much easier to get away with.
And the night ended with some random dude pissing on a car in a vain attempt to find a proper bathroom. We, the drunk, salute you, sir!
We can't go back there. Ever. No context required, just know it's true.
I guess I'm an especially affectionate person under the influence of tequila.
Dammit. the window insulation sheets are too small for my windows. Yet again I am disappointed by size
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