Last night was def like the makeout party episode of full house
We almost didn't get a second pitcher, but now we're getting a sixth.
you win again, gameday.
I intend to get homeless drunk
the only human I can compare her to is rosie o'donnell.
They have a guy from new zealand living under their stairs.. they don't charge him rent. He just buys food and booze and bartends their house parties.
mom came into my room and asked to borrow some condoms. We have gotten to the point where it's not awkward anymore.
Beware of calls from Dad. I just had a longer than I would care to admit convo about the ididarod. Apparently it starts tomorrow.
Uhh, there's a legit bruise on my boob.. Again how does he manage this
Dear America, sometimes I miss your Everclear and its consequences.
Me and the guy at the liquor store are on a first name basis, college is all about networking.
I woke up to find my purse full of puke, and all I could think was not again.
I'm scared to touch anything in this apartment. Even the ceiling.
Like I'm not tryna become president or marry a doctor or some shit here, like one level above garbage is all I'm asking for
I'm still thinking about that amazing orgasm last night. I literally heard angels singing "Hallelujah!!"
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