I cannot remember December 31 for the past 3 years. it might as well not even exist on my calendar anymore
At this point I feel like i'm never going to be sober, and it's frightening
And I was somehow convinced to wash the glassware at the bar topless.
After the concert, I paid a cab to drive me around the city so I could shout "dc highfive!" at everyone who passed for an hour and a half.
I woke up with like grass burns all over my body, i'm pretty sure i made out with someone under a bus. . . but i'm not sure
Tequila me may have very bluntly told him that I wanted to touch his abs.
stef broke her leg trying to vault over the coffee table. these olympics drinking games are going to fucking kill us
He was just lying on my lap in the backseat screaming how if the cops came he was a blanket.
I don't even remember what he looks like. All I know is he's 6 foot 100. I like that.
I remember puking but I don't remember where. PSA: don't go barefoot around the house
What happened?
New Orleans
Every time
Not sure what happened last night, but I woke up without a shirt on and cereal glued to my boobs...
Oh, and Harry Potter. We could be fuck-and-Harry-Potter buddies.
We damn well better have a snow day tomorrow. We just broke out the rum.
We need a kiddie pool and lots of cornstarch
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