All the walks of shame were condensed into the hour before parents started showing up. Move out day is so bittersweet
I just had my first experience getting hit on by a guy. It was really awkward, he touched my chest and invited me to a gay bar because "women get drunk and let their guard down at gay bars"
thats actually pretty good logic
being able to look good while almost puking is a skill that takes a lot of puking to develop.
I just had a 30 minute conversation about hummingbirds. That high.
I miss high conversations.
Swinging. Is. Amazing.
after that, he'll be sure to remember me. i'll probably forget him, but that's the way it should be.
Currently in the bathroom stall of a gay bar in new haven giving myself an anti throw up pep talk
Ugh he's texting me.
Tell him you're no longer interested in what he has to offer; his shitty personality outweighs his sexual prowess.
Don't worry, the house smells like waffles more than sex
Dude I'm at a bar, and there's this Elvis impersonator here that I went to rehab with. Apparently Elvis has left the wagon.
You declared that afternoon sex will be referred to as "wet naps" from now on
"I feel morally obligated to vote for him since he's my drug dealers dad"
All I've done is masturbate and drink while being home from college.
I think it was a low point but honestly at this point I've had so many that my life is like a valley
I only live four blocks from the bar but when you're hammered this walk feels like the journey through Mordor.
Honestly, this social distancing bullshit is giving me a good excuse for drinking alone.
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