i'm listening to "transmissions" by The Tea Party from like '97 and waxing my legs. fuck i'm awesome in my alone time
I like complaining with weaving words and complex sentences. It makes me seem more sophisticated and less bitchy.
Well, I guess that settles the question of how thick the walls are in my building.
Stuck in the Dallas airport. At the bar. Everytime a flight to DC gets cancelled, I'm takin a shot. Fuck you snow.
heading to class now, facing the weekend consquences
You should know me better than that. I don't whore around. I promise this is a blowjobs only kind of trip.
Pulling over on the side of the road to set off fireworks was the worst idea you have ever had. I don't care if it was called a friendship pagoda.
I woke up naked dangling by my feet from the balcony over his foyer. He's officially my new favorite booty call.
next time we drink: battle shots.
battle shots or battle shits? if its the first, explain. if its the second I think I figured it out.
According to facebook, I opened up a can of whupass on some douche who poured all the vodka on the ground.
You called the wrong number but I salute you.
I didn't know. I guess I really haven't had that much time for drinking lately. I mean, outside drinking at home/work.
I need to wake up with a beard between my thighs more often, I'm a fucking saint.
I have a corndog on my dresser and a trashcan of puke. Thanks for a great night!
And change of plans today, I'm gonna lay in bed and eat taco bell and try not to die. Brazilians another day.
Did you throw up out the back door and cover it with paper towels?
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