It smells like weed.
We are in Boulder, Everything smells like weed.
lesson #67 learned in college: a three day old margarita, is still a margarita.
from all the glitter we used it actually looked like a disco stick
Just spit on a sock to clean a spot on my glass table. Oddest combination of so lazy and motivated ever.
You know what is really helpful - when the two guys you want to fuck stand next to each other. Stay tuned for who wins
We are lost. Everyone is drunk and it all went downhill after we iced the bus driver.
At the same time. Hot men feeding me brownies. In between rounds of sex.
I can't talk to her. I know entirely too much about her genitals to hold a conversation without mentioning them.
He asked me to hum the Ghost Busters theme song as I was going down on him
The next time you try to drunkenly strip me in public let's make sure it's not anywhere near the daiquiri factory or a group of police officers.
I desperately wanted to wear your shirt.
Your normalization of crazy is frightening.
I will feel awake by 6 pm
Are we not meeting until 6?
No I'm just saying thats usually when my body knows it's time to party
I purposely left my thong and accidentally left my ethics book, hairspray and most of my dignity.
I think I achieved my goal of being high for 24 hours in the same week I promised myself I wouldn't smoke anymore
Birthday wine tasting got super shambly super quickly. I am covered in cuts/bruises/terrible life decisions.
Randomize
