so now that im really awake i see that my underwear are completely ripped down the side, my shorts are on backwards, i have to go get plan b....i call last night an epic fail or success depending on how catholic i am feeling
i feel like pocahontas...the disney character not from real chance of love
I skipped class, don't know why though bc all I did in the meantime was cook pancakes and watch infomercials..my life sucks
Tonight's Real World episode reinforced the well-known fact that men of any caliber can hook up with girls named "Crystal"
He was spoon feeding me wine all night.
The only way I can describe the noise he makes when he has an orgasm: dying walrus.
Obama's speech on in 9 mins. Me in the shower now. Naked. Make your choice.
I'm bringing the tv in with me.
I'm just gonna stay I'm bed where it is warm and cozy and nobody knows me as the girl that puked on a stripper
Fuck. I have to get my shit together by lunch. Mission impossible.
I think once you know a guy's chest measurements the stalking has gone too far..
He literally just peed in a trash can in our room. It didn't even have a bag in it
I ended up in th ER yelling my height weight and age
I always felt my time would come in the form of a tidal wave of whisky
If you're with any of them tell them i apologize for (insert whatever i did here)
I am mildly hung over. Decided pants are very unnecessary right now.
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