things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
lesson #67 learned in college: a three day old margarita, is still a margarita.
ISS teacher has a tramp stamp.
Shotgun.
It feels like Jesse James cheated on America.
I think we should make Neil Patrick Harris a permanent part of our role playing.
We've got 2 weeks of college left-I want to feel like Gary Busey by graduation.
I fell asleep to the sounds of them banging in the next room. It was oddly soothing...
I might have to break the "you stay out of my sister and ill stay out of yours" pact that i have with tim
HOW DID YOU END UP IN THE BATHROOM WITH A DANCER AFTER 12 MINUTES?
No. I want to vom filet mignon and ziti bits everywhere and my body feels like I ran a cock triathalon. I feel less triumphant and more like death.
This is the fourth day in a row I've walked outside in the same pajamas. I think the neighbors have finally given up on judging me.
I need to find parents that want to take care of a grown adult. I'm sure there's a website out there for that. Like a sugar daddy but sugar parents.
I can not believe he edited a picture of our three way and made it his profile picture
Trying to figure out why my back is hurting. And then I remember I got fucked up against a tree last night
My dog just blew me a kiss. First of all I'm stoned and second of all he's a pitbull. Those aren't sexual dogs. So wtf.
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