I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
I'm still reeling over the fact that you beat us all at Risk while you were flat on your ass drunk and falling asleep on South America.
It was romantic. He brought over a bottle of Jack to celebrate us becoming official on Facebook. Definitely a story for the grandkids.
Either I'm spending too much time drinking or my perfume is starting to smell like a pineapple vodka.
Oh my gosh they are following me around the bar
Blow your rape whistle
Apparently I told the bartender to stop putting ice in my drink because it was taking up too much room
FUCK BUDDYS DON'T HOLD HANDS. NO EXCEPTIONS.
my drivers license is super glued to my shoulder and im to hung over to get it off come and help me
Who knows. Maybe the world would be a better place if more people sent their drug dealers thank you cards.
You were fine, but your knee injury definitely came from interpretive dancing like a gay fairy with lead wings all around the Mission St BART. Everyone thought you were on drugs.
Are we at that point yet where I can just say "I want you to sit on my face"? If not, want to go out for "drinks"?
I vaguely remember making out with some dude. Please tell me he had all of his teeth.
Just had sex in the room next to my parents. Heading back to school ASAP.
I'm going to book club and then I'm going to get laid. Being in your 20s ain't so bad sometimes.
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