oh and i feel obligated to inform you that there will be no sexin' because it's 'lady time' for me. so this ain't a booty call.
All I remember is drinking vodka out of tupperware.
Pregaming class all semester has made this final review session more like my introduction to the topic.
just realized we made a drinking game to how many times they say "hakuna matata" in the lion king last night... hello sophomore year.
he keeps trying to sext me and all I can do is respond with descriptions of what im eating.
He wasn't there when I woke up so I left him a heart shaped line before I left.
He said i looked like a shooting star sprawled out on the floor while i puked and i kept blaming "senor cuervo" for doing me dirty.
I rode on his Vespa around Florence and fucked him in an empty train. It was like a way sluttier version of Lizzy McGuire
Well if I'm going to hook up with every ethnicity by the end of undergrad, I need to be moving on
I needed to do something spontaneous, and since no one had coke this was the next best thing.
does the cute hipster in the kitchen belong to you?
if not i want to bang those glasses off his face
You want to know how I feel? I feel like Cady Heron pushed me in front of a bus last night.
I just moonwalked my socks off. THAT LAZY. THAT HIGH.
The closest I'll come to committing is leaving sex toys at their house
Seltzer and cocaine. Life is flawless right now.
Randomize
