You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
Definitely locked eyes with the stripper who gave me a lapdance last night as she walked by me and into the Ann Taylor Loft in Times Square.
I'm cleaning the house. And I can't stop listening to Enrique Iglesias. Am I gay?
I even have the new album if that helps you make a decision.
Just threw up off a chairlift. my life is now complete.
Dorm room. In. Elevator. Fell in. Boom. Puke
Check out this gay circle: I've now hooked up with my ex-boyfriend, my ex's ex-boyfriend, my ex's ex-boyfriend's ex-boyfriend, and most recently my ex's ex-boyfriend's ex-boyfriend's ex-fling.
I spent the whole party making out with some guy. He wasn't that cute but six of my sorority sisters are fighting over him so I had to do something..
My bra is still on the porch...I'm leaving it as a reminder to get my shit together.
Take a shit and have a hit. It's the Sunday Funday Rule.
I just did a shot of Jameson and two shots of cuervo. Note: this is the moment things went down hill
I just called my boyfriend "Dad"... Awkward
There's a random table in the kitchen...and it's not the kitchen table...we don't know where it came from
You're just upset because I have cupcakes and boobs and you don't.
I do not recommend playing football on LSD like at all
When I planned out my evening, "co-author lesbian vampire erotica" was not anywhere on my list of expected activities.
Me neither, but hey, this is where we've ended up. Let's embrace the moment.
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