So it's 10:55am and I just woke up on the floor in the hallway on the4th floor. There should probably be no moredrinking competetions.
your room smells of hookers.
And success
now i know why i became what i already was.
i love that we sang a whole new world together while you carried me through campus
new low: my hungover self just mistook bacon grease for mashed potatoes. worst. mistake. ever.
why are there beer bottles in my dishwasher?
Only you could manage to look like a complete slut while wearing a turtle neck.
Should I feel bad that my boyfriend pays for my birth control and his friends get to reap the benefits?
How do you feel?
Like the devil himself shit me out, baked me into a pie, ate the pie, and shit me out again.
No just sleep deprived. James woke me up at 7 and forced me to eat a hot pocket with him cause he " didn't want me to die".
You'd think somebody who rolls blunts like jesus himself could roll a god damn burrito
I cried over the lack of milkshakes I've consumed in the last month
I can't believe i lost my ID... bringing my birth certificate to the club was a weird experience
I'm in my onesie attempting to spoon-feed myself cold soup. I'm playing freeze tag with my hangover. My hangover's winning.
Let’s be real here. NOTHING says Real Adulting like rolling a J on your line of credit paperwork.
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