Apparently at one point I was wearing my sweatshirt backwards like it was normal and then I threw up into the hood. Never drinking again.
we left the bar for like 10 minutes last night and moved his car so it wouldnt get towed. neither of us have a clue where it is right now.
I twisted my ankle last night doing a super high five with 3 inch heels on.
WHATEVER CLASS IS PLAYING "TOOT IT AND BOOT IT" AT 8:30 IN THE MORNING, I WANT IN.
It's nights like those I refer to my life motto: You can't be just friends with someone after you've seen their genitals.
you took a potato out of your pocket and just started eating it raw. don't know where the potato came from though
21st birthday = success
I cried singing "call me maybe" on the way home from the bar. What the fuck
The drunk fake out is her specialty. She'll agree to come with us and two seconds later we check to make sure she's still there and we see her booking it down the hall in the opposite direction.
too late I already started a fight with someone named luscious
I mean, the sex was awesome last weekend, but I didn't even imagine I'd reached ovarian rupture status.
I'm spending tomorrow doing taxes and making jello shots. Is this adulthood?
Clearly I'm trying to change the world one fuck at a time
you DO IT for the people
was I atleast graceful when I feel down that flight of stairs and broke my hand?
I have alotted at least an hour for ugly crying.
Just finished 151. Eating nutella off a spoon. Bring condoms.
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