i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
Actions speak louder than words. Her actions scream crazy.
3 inches of snow, below zero windchill and i just saw a dude in a wrangler with no doors, shorts a beanie and burton snow goggles. God i love college in colorado
watching hot guy on train scrolling with his blackberry's track ball... o to be that track ball...
this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest
He made me keep his swollen nut cold with frozen bags of peas while rubbing his tummy because he said I had no choice.
He's in the hospital yelling at his brother to at least have stuck something "normal" up his ass.
Again?
We are magical, pot smoking, smart as hell, single as fuck, woodland dolphins.
and here comes the time of my day when I haw to convince a guy to drive my cape and my handle to my dorm.
Well my sober pact lasted almost an hour. Then I did four shots. But in other news, one of those shots I took with a midget. So like I couldn't turn that shit down.
That moment when you realize the hot british guy named rory you drunkenly made out with at a bar is American, is named Tyler, and has a girlfriend.
Now all I want to do is stay up, drink wine, and look at dragons.
Every time I started to really hate the guys on tinder, the universe throws me a muscly beardy bone.
She sent me a video of herself sitting in the car stone faced listening to the Titanic song on silence. She won't answer my texts.
there's a giant awkward home-wrecking elephant in the room. and its name is meg.
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