Omg just want to confirm: got drunk, naked in street, fucked in bathroom and puked on bart.
I didn't exactley write on my bucket list -- "hook up with a townie at a drivers intervention program"
I was so high I thought there were pigeons in my room. Long story short there are now donut crumbs all around my bedroom.
just wrote a 6 page paper on my blackberry. including 3 sources. college is teaching me good things so far.
Everyone knows relationships are a winter sport
In this town being related to a brewing family or the owner of a sports team is like being royalty. It's like hooking up with the queen's nephew or something.
I think I'm still a little drunk from Sunday Funday and I just changed for a date in my car. wish me luck.
Highlight of my night: you taking that shot of garlic butter and then throwing the empty container down on the stairs and saying FUCK.
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
idk wtf was in that bud but I was talking to my dead dog last night bro holy shit
It would be weird sobbing cry sex.
I've sent two unsolicited tit pictures in less than 24 hours. I'm the female version of a fuckboy.
After finding out he was married when we were together, I don't trust him.
Go have a frustration cry and get over it
the fact that your 21st birthday is also new years eve is pretty much a death sentence
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