we turned studying into a drinking game, she drinks when she gets it right, i drink when she gets it wrong. so we'll be out soon
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
I've spent more money on drugs for bonnaroo than my actual ticket. Proudly.
Today my mom told me "that's what worries me about you getting blacked out drunk... You don't look pretty"
I have your shoes, your bike, and someones blue underwear. Round 2 tonight?
and I'm sitting five inches from the tv scrunched up in a ball watching doug. It's like I'm five again...except I'm more stoned than the dude who created this show
we drunkly made out in the middle of the street beside the homeless guy playing the flute. Not how I imagined our first kiss.
I'm promoting my liver to CEO of my body cause it clearly works harder than anything else.
We were high as shit. We argued for like ten minutes about going to Dunkin Donuts and then just ended up rolling down hills. Thanks for the weed.
The woman that sang I Touch Myself died today. There's only one appropriate way to honor her memory.
I'm on the job.
I found our waiter on grindr, gave him my number, and got him to send a dick pic. Still not getting laid but close enough?
I feel like every young boy's first wet dream is too have sex with the Pink Ranger. I am now fulfilling that dream for one man. I am a hero.
My stuff that was at your place last night smells like doughnuts. I'm not even mad.
I convinced her that there were two p's in Chipotle - the 2nd one was silent.
There was puke outside of my classroom and lecture was half empty. Damn thirsty thursday is intense
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