if i had a camp nickname it would be Flick Bean
the girls on my floor started fighting over who got to keep the random hoodies that boys forgot in my room after sex
a small fire erupted but we put it out with a can of beer so everything's fine
It's sad that my net worth at the moment is 4 beers
I woke up alone at my apt. On the floor with the door wide open, but still. Success.
Apparently I walked up to him, mumbled something incoherently, then started to make out with him. Why does this always happen.
Indeed. The kind of morning where puking in someone's shoes is not frowned upon
I've started a list of places i want to drink. To go along with the list of places i want to have sex. Lincoln's log cabin is on both.
Grandma is giving me marriage advice again. On the plus side, she thinks I'm straight now.
think he just told me if I need to shit I should go outside.
He's the conductor of the struggle bus
I RODE THAT FINE PIECE OF STRUGGLE BUS
I mean, the sex was awesome last weekend, but I didn't even imagine I'd reached ovarian rupture status.
Note to self: remember to figure out whether melted cheese is a liquid when not stoned
I told him to come over when I realized that I did have time for a quick booty call before church.
I woke up naked buried in snacks. Best night ever.
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