What you up to?
Having coffee. Getting eyefucked. Eyefucking.
Full throttle
Some guys are relationship guys. Not our niche.
i just got a clause named after me in the 'alcohol and drug use' section of the handbook. this is certainly a warning sign.
I will never underestimate my ability to drunken ramble. At one point last night i think i was talking about hieroglyphics
After New Year's Eve I will be hibernating my life away. Only wake me up for skiing, schnapps, and sex. In that order.
4pm on a Sunday....roomate fucking like a wildabeast while I have a organic chemistry study group in my kitchen.
i miss our vodka / percocet laundry days.
Just sneezed out a half gram of coke into a tissue. Four hours after the fact. The bender continues.
explain the broken jalepenos in my underwear drawer?
He's just a really nice guy who stuck his tongue in the wrong place.
Apparently I got mad at you for "Not drinking with me till we thought we were seahorses" and smashed my face on your door. Then I put my feet in the oven and started crying because I was drinking alcohol from a pot. My life is spinning out of control.
Like I feel like I use my high IQ for the wrong things
I'm scared to touch anything in this apartment. Even the ceiling.
It is getting ridiculous, the elaborateness of the schemes I have to concoct so my suitemates don't know I'm pooping.
Do you think if I explain to her I want to have loud, unprotected sex with her sister she'll understand?
Finally hooked up with Ryan. Now I know why they call him “Beast Mode”. So. Many. Orgasms.
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