: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
jess passed out on the pong table. it was depressing until we started singing shania twain an hour later and heard her muffled voice singing along.
it was like brushing your tongue but with a fucking long toothbrush.
I just woke up to three dick pics. Apparently in my blacked out state. I was asking for them as the new valentines day card.
I'm definitely going to class still drunk right now and the freshman dressed as Hugh Heffner last night is texting me. I can't handle this.
The $10 cab ride turned into a $60 cab ride when you puked down the back of his seat trying to whisper in his ear. He was a trooper though, he came into to wash off in the sink and still tried to get your number.
Whoever put the rooster in the elevator is my fucking hero. Who even thinks of that shit?
A few days ago I apparently came up, asked her to make me soup, and handed her a can of coconut milk.
She's like a solid nine. Well maybe not a tomorrow morning nine, but she's a nine right now and trying to take me home.
Well. At least he's a gentleman. A gentleman satanist.
He literally said from now on he's always banging chicks with asthma becuas it's such an ego booster
I was floored. Like way less concerned with him using drugs than I am with him not believing in evolution.
Well I'm trying out this whole "not sleep with a stranger thing"
That's silly... just silly. And by silly I mean unrealistic.
I came home in someone else's underwear this morning
Atleast you got a souvenir
Also we're getting drunk and sledding down Caroline street. See you soon.
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