PS- did you die? If you did just text "dead" to me, so that I know.
i'm going through the NYU 2014 group looking for future drunken hookups. too slutty?
I can't get away from Pickles they're either stuck in me, in my mouth, or I'm stuck in one. fuck my whole entire life.
Okay good. And who the fuck put a condom on my foot. That shit hurt
As long as you're naked and covered in glow paint, I'm there.
how bad is she
captain morgan with tits
That doesn't mean I'm a slut. Unless McFlurries are involved.
I will rub McFlurries all over you.
And literally 4loko margaritas are callin my name. They're like "Hey girl come on over here I'll make you forget about grades and boys and it'll be a good idea to send everyone 55 snapchats of your cleavage" ok
im dying and naked and this is what youre living with next year.
I think my boss gives me work off weekends because he doesn't want me showing up hungover anymore..
i always handshake my one night stand, im classy like that.
2017 is my year to realize stuff. Move over Kylie Jenner
Now i know i wasnt that drunk... So why are there texts of me volunteering for a nude photo shoot for an art major student?
i just read a article called "Booze, Drugs, and Bipolar Disorder"... i think someone is writing the memoirs of my life
Boredom is so much more tolerable when you're stoned off your ass.
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