So I finally got the Patron washed off my boobs.
Whatever, you were 10 deep and there was a hot tub. No judgment.
2am update: i think I'm in Mexico but I found a dennys. Everyone but this cute family of 4 is speaking Spanish. Cute family of 4 is helping me out.
is it sad that i can describe this night as "the night that i was sober" and we all know which night it was. like literally one night of sobriety.
We eventually get in a cab (after david tried to hail multiple regular cars and some sort of shuttle bus)
they're doing drop shots of Jager into red wine. i don't want to be on that level
Random memory from the wedding, the bartender showed us how to open the windows and piss out of them.
My entire summer has consisted of being too drunk for this shit, too sober for this shit, or too hungover for this shit.
i got to his house for our first date at the same time as his dealer, so what I'm saying is I'm in love
It's a sad night when one of your friend texts you that she's going on a date with someone you know and then invites you to maybe have a drink after
I just wanna suck his dick on my balcony ya know
I hate political talk. I just wanna get fucked into an alternate universe where Bernie Sanders is president.
Im legit just salty with everyone who has a penis right now
seriously i don't trust him. he fed me a hot dog out of a crock pot and gave me moonshine dashed jager bombs.
I'm fucked-out. That state of being high between fucked up and passed out.
Randomize
