So my graduate coordinator is possible gay man. I may have just found the easiest way to a degree ever.
Good plan b, put your number on all your forms. Hello gamefull employment.
Take that integrity
sitting on the counter. eating honey. crying, because coldplay sounds beautiful on the radio. highhhhh as the sky
Yo. I have a shitload of cardboard. We have to build a smoke hut in the smoke room with a tunnel connected to a cat house. This way the kitty can join us whenever she pleases
you know who we are? We're the female white stoner version of Kenan and Kel.
Sober me is really good at getting to the airport on time. Drunk me is really good at shitting my pants. Do you know how much pants cost at the airport????
You. Me. A bottle of Vodka. The wilderness.
It was pretty bad. Like cum-on-my-face-while-singing-Let-It-Snow bad.
Sneezing blood is a good thing right? Medically speaking.
He's single. I'm single. We should rekindle our eighth grade romance over a box of wine and carefree sex.
That's the fall semester you first snorted drugs off my ass I think
This is one of those times I wish I had a time machine so I could go back and punch myself in the face to make me realize what I need to do before it's too late
they adjusted my tv to black and white ... i thought i drank myself to colorblindness
Well, I saw an Olympian's genitals tonight, so it can't be that bad.
I could see myself being this awkward weirdo drunk girl that patted strangers and danced terribly but was powerless to stop it
My day so far: morning after pill and pancakes. Living the dream.
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