i thought i was the drunkest one there til some girl puked in the tip jar.
My glasses smell like tequila. I just put them on and almost threw up.
Sorry for trying to force you and Robert to make out. I didn't realize how awkward it was until I woke up today.
Don't worry I drank 7 more beers & brought home a guy that bit me at the bar.
I'll be there. With Doritos and whisky. Don't expect much more.
She told me I made the cut, and to write my name and number on the white board by the door. I was the 7th number down.
I can dream in two languages, but it's still about ripping a bong.
From the same High Brittany who brought you such thoughts as, "Fuck, am I wearing shoes?" Comes High Brittany on a date! Stay tuned. This will be interesting.
So hungover. I dropped my keys and leaning over seemed a terrible idea. Instead I took my shoe off in the middle of the street and use my toes to pick them up. Think I'm a genius.
So I'm texting her. How do I steer the conversation toward "I honestly would be fine never seeing you again"?
He finally left. I didn't introduce him to the roommate. The sex is bad. I don't want him to feel welcome
He said he couldn't fuck me cause I kinda looked like my brother
I wrote him a note at the end of the final. I'm hoping I can flirt my way in to an A or B
i'm at work, alone, drinking a spiced chai & fireball hot toddy. holiday OT isn't that bad after all.
I don't remember anything from last night, but at track I found my thong next to the high jump pit... So it must has been decent
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