I hate myself for knowing the words to party in the USA.
I just found glitter on my vibrator... whatever we're doing has to stop
I apparently spent $173 at the bar last night. The proof is in the vomit on my pillow and the receipt I tried to clean it up with.
I want to be done crawling through windows but the sex is too good to stop...but I'm running out of excuses for where the bruises on my legs are coming from.
I was trying to be an adult about it and simply deal with the situation, but a bowl seemed much more comforting.
College has taught me that the "best idea" is rarely the fun one.
This is true but you can't really get fired from college
First sex of the summer I'm winning 1-0
GET HOME NOW
Oh shit
I told him I tried to eat a stranger's sandwich while I was drunk. Mildly disappointed but he realizes he has me for a kid.
Is it counter productive to ride on my exercise bike with a cocktail in hand?
His mom finally got over her shame and smoked a bowl with us. Merry Christmas to all aka me.
party devolved into two exes battling with Cal's tiki torches, and the lawn being set on fire kinda sorta and then we all hula'ed... hulaed?
Probably yeah. I mean maybe one day we can be those friends that hang out naked. Not awkard at all.
WE HAVE WINE WHERE ARE YOU GUYS WE ARE BY THE GIANT EAGLE
What are we just gonna be those girls that get fucked in your parents basement and not get taken to dinner? I don't wanna be those girls.
My house exploded and with it all my pot went up in smoke.
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