Drunken candy land NOW. Dont fight the urge... you want to.
she takes plan B like it's going out of style
we have officially mastered the walk of shame
Working on an important paper into the wee hours of the morning, and every time I type the word "situation," I can't help but think of effing Jersey Shore. Those guidos are now ruining my academic life.
New years is officially the only time its okay to drunk dial your parents.
My T9 text prediction thing keeps predicting every next word is going to be "midgets".
i got shots of sambuca dumped on my head last night. my bag still smells like licorice. making me nauseous.
it is a nice little reminder of the bruins dominance. if Vancouver had won, it would somehow smell of maple syrup.
Home. Barefoot. Drunk. Crying. Puked. Brushed teeth. Washed face. Dying. Need Cuddle.
Also, my drunkenly packed sleepover kit consisted of a singular sock, my uncharged laptop, and a pack of post-it notes.
College has taught me that the "best idea" is rarely the fun one.
This is true but you can't really get fired from college
I can't take any time off so I'll be here drinking mimosas til I puke at home with my kitty
I woke up and found a stick of butter in my pocket. There's no butter in the house so I don't know who's it is. Using it to make cookies.
We're going to work out tomorrow I guess but it usually consists of doing weights for 10 minutes, then saying fuck cardio and going to Taco Tuesday
I want to preface this by saying nothing happened, nothing is on fire. It is mere speculation. Do we have a fire extinguisher?
I never thought I could be this turned on by a man wearing racoon tails.
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