We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
you're the best thing to happen to me. closely followed by learning to ejaculate, and drugs.
We fucked in your water heater closet. Told you we'd try everywhere.
If it carries over into the weekend I would be glad to nurse your vagina back to health.
I think we should get high on adderall and nair each other again for New years.
So I just stole my deans keys to break into the dining hall to get coco puffs. I shouldn't have gone to this meeting stoned.
Kyle found me outside his apartment in the hallway. Said he didn't hear me knock bt smelled alcohol through the door. I'm sucha bitch to my liver
Check 'smoke weed with our ihop waiter' off of our To-Do List
Dry heaving on campus is my new low. Also, go pats
Then his buddy called and said "my car broke down, I need a ride. If I'm not home by midnight they'll extend my house arrest." And I knew it was time to leave.
I guess it's part of life. Sometimes your ex boyfriend becomes a drag queen.
Why would you call when you knew I'd be having sex!?
Why would you answer?
When do you estimate your next shower will be? Several people have asked.
If I could tell my younger self three things it would be: 1. Smoke a lot more weed 2. Have a lot more sex 3. Own a good set of pots and pans
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