Lesson learned: don't hide your vodka in your little brothers toy box.
i overslept, had to take a cab to the train station, might puke, bought the wrong flavored vitamin water, and mj's dead. what a terrible world to wake up to.
Last nIght I drank wIth the new guy from fellowshIp & my pastor I've known sInce I was 7. It was agreed by them that I had nIce tIts. I'm not weIrded out In fact I'm flattered...
Your scrotum should have touched every square inch of that place by now. Start with the water fountain.
Eventually the creepy theater major quirks will come out. Probably in bed. Like role playing as the Phantom of the Opera
It took 5 minutes to find my bra.. in his car.
The token old dude at the show tried hitting on us by telling us his favorite rapper was Cayenne West.
Worrying about "What smells like cat pee?" is so much easier than worrying about "What am I doing with my life?"
It's like a harem of immaturity and bad ideas...and that's coming from me
I used the light from the first guy's text notification to be able to snapchat the second guy in the dark. I am too good at juggling guys.
Sounds good. Look at us. Planning sex like proper adults.
I remember caressing his hands asking him if he moisturized, then i proceeded to put his hands on my face
Im including "no monologues past 1am" in the list of apartment rules. Theatre majors dude.
That song just makes me wanna take off my top and shake my titties all around the club.
Just told my dad about my heroic mailbox showdown. He looked at me strange. I think he thinks I'm high.
You are high.
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