hotel room ftw
I enjoyed our heart to heart in the trunk on the way to the stripclub
all 3 of us brought blondes home last night. all 3 are passed out. we're gonna switch rooms and see how long until one of them notices.
I'm on a mission. But just to make out with him so his relationship collapses and he is single when I come back in April.
It's official. I am the girl who threw up in the library. Hangovers and midterms do not mix.
This is just what we do. We meet guys, go back to their place, smoke all their weed & go home to compete in out own version of Cupcake Wars.
Our DD painted my costume on me for tonight. The strippers have been teaching him how to paint costumes.
He left for work so I drank pickle juice from his fridge
And now I'm taking a break sitting on the bathroom floor thanking god that people who eat at subway are either too classy to piss on the floor, or are still relatively sober enough to not piss on the floor before 5pm.
Fuck it, if you can't drink cheep beer and whiskey with me, I don't want you.
Just taking a shit and realized the captain planet theme song is stuck in my head.
Whoever put the life size cut out of Snoop Dog next to me in bed understands me.
Idk maybe I'll talk to him once he gets out of jail just to yell at him and get my strawberry ice cream back.
I'm her ex, so unless you're interested in her massive moral failings and open season vagina, I'm not your guy.
My books smell like weed. What does that tell you about my college experience?
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