it hasn't hit me that college is over yet. so far at home, i haven't brushed my teeth, taken off my makeup, or changed clothes before bed.
I play with my boobs when I'm bored. I playwith my nipples whe I'm drunk
I am so high I am beginning to unironically like Vanessa Carlton.
you did pass out in the elevator last night, so it could be motion sickness
That sound you heard was the sound of millions of brackets exploding simultaneously
let's put it this way: i'm gonna stop drinking and get a gym membership. she's that hot
There's banana everywhere and your hamster may or may not have stayed the night in the microwave...
We tried to line dance with everyone but it turned into drunken stumbling and attempting to grind on random frat boys. I feel that this might turn into an every Thursday thing.
I'm sitting at home, day drinking, while watching crossroads with brittany spears. I'm not the person you should be asking for advice right now.
how many lesbians have to have their hearts broken before they realise I am not that kind of DJ
Yesterday was just the icing on the rejection cake that was my week
I came back to consciousness and found myself sitting in a beanbag chair petting a 2 month old husky with one hand and eating an oreo Klondike bar with the other. This almost makes me forgive blackout lisa for making out with that chubbs at the xmas party
My goal is to not catch on fire... But if i have to dance im going to dance regardless of the danger
my goal for the rest of college is to escape STD free. fuck getting a job. this is more important.
I smell like playdoh, sex, and ruined lives. I love the weekend
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