The next morning she woke up and asked who I was and where she was.
before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
It smells like weed.
We are in Boulder, Everything smells like weed.
I love how my brain works. It's like being on drugs without the costly upkeep.
i think i got so emotional from a mix of getting my period and slapping the bag like five times
i am already firmly committed to doing irish carbombs w/ 12 different people, and the st pattys day party doesnt start for another 24 hours. i may die
i dont know if you remember blowing your vomity nose directly into my hand...yeah thanks for that
He deserves to hear about your Vagina Shrooms
private study room at the lib turned into byob study room. that turned into battle royale and eric impaling his leg on a pen.
I hate how much more visible my vomit is on snow, I need a winter vomit bush
If you don't wanna wax my ass just say so.
She was trying to be sexy well putting on my condom with her mouth when her cat pounced from the corner of the room witch caused her to gasp and inhale the condom
We only initially bonded over boobs and sarcasm
It might be the most honest thing I've ever said. ...or I've had 3 vodka tonics.
That's true. Ask me when I'm not fucked up. Nvm hold on. Btw. Wikipedia dinosaur. It's fascinating
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