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.
Came home and the girl was sitting on the steps "talking" on her ipod touch AND was halfway done eating a raw cucumber.
The sun is out and the snow is finally starting to melt here... Vodka bottles keep popping up everywhere. Guess it's the college version of burying nuts for the winter
I just fell off my chair and knocked over the table. People are staring. That hungover.
We totally just fucked in a closet. These vacations with his family are causing creativity I never thought I had.
I honestly don't know what my boundaries are, but shitting on me is crossing them.
I'm sorry I kept calling last night when you wouldn't pick up. I'm REALLY sorry I sang "You Oughta Know" on more than 4 voice mails.
Bering your kids um. Abiout tol. Throw up
I think I'm going to postpone my photo shoot until my Gpa dies. I don't want to be in lingerie and stripper heels when I finally get the call
It's amazing how not interested in talking to him I am since I've decided that he probably has chlamydia.
I stood on the corner waiting to be picked up, dry heaving, and trying to block out the sun.
I just smoked a bowl with the lady who runs the special olympics. Your move.
Mmhmmm. I have a list of drunk achievement that is almost as long as my list of stoned achievements
oh and apparently my boobs are named "have no fear" and "plenty o'beer"
So I'm hiding in my bathroom smoking bowls because my landlords kids came over to visit my dog... My life has reached a new low
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