I got date raped at Sigma Chi last night!
Dude, you never made it to Chi last night. You fell into a tree and passed out.
i think i'm in class. and blacked out.
Having him eat chocolate out of you is not as romantic as it sounds. I'm still finding pieces.
The parties out here are fucking awesome and I've got the grades to prove it.
Just finished texting the 27th male name in my phone that i don't recognize. none of them were the hott kid i made out with last night. the search continues.
He keeps asking me for girl advice, i told him im an expert at getting drunk, not girls
2 classes, 3 finals, and $30 worth of adderall until this semester is over.
I'm chugging Gatorade because i drank something called a trashcan and someone named Gianna diamond has my credit card number, and I think I might have ruined my life.
Do you think drinking vodka, rum and sourpuss out of a water bottle, in a class that isn't even mine rude?
I feel like I have two modes: Super fuckin high, or super giddy from caffeine. I have learned to accept this.
I went by my nickname in rehab. It made it feel more like summer camp.
You ran out of his house yelling "I got the goods!" Then you pulled toilet paper rolls out from under your shirt.
listen. i haven't sucked a dick in well over three years but i believe in myself.
She asked me to tell her the three words every girl wants to hear so I whispered "I play hockey" in her ear.
Pillow talk was a high five, this morning she made dinosaur muffins for the house. I love chapel hill
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