my roommate left her license, credit card, and cellphone on her desk. I feel like this is a trap.
it's kind of nice to have a picture of me making out with someone and actually know who it is for once
Woke up at 4:30am to my little brother shaking me. Apparently I fell asleep naked on my kitchen table waiting for the toaster to pop. 2 years of college completed and i still havent learned my drinking limit...
I'll just get wasted and start throwing myself at men. Someone's bound to take the bait
Bookstore boy and I went out, he came back here and I tried to fool around and he respects me too much blah blah I'm a predator.
Well, love is in the air. And by that I mean: it seriously smells like sex in here.
The melted ice in my drinks tonight is probably the most water I've had in like 3 days accumulated.
First of all, I don't like eggnog. Second of all too much rum is all bad. And thirdly I'm not there to sit in your lap and pretend you are Santa and I've been a bad girl.
When the question of, do you know who's ass has been on the cake you are eating is said... Good or bad party?
Here's a tip. Don't party with someone that needs sexual attention. Drinking and sexual attention don't mesh well in the morning. Especially over a bowl of Cheerios.
Mixed review. I fucked her in the river, but then we were assaulted by ducks.
Apparently from about 3-5AM I was consoling that crying stripper about her life choices.
They ran out of toilet paper, so I had a girl rip down the streamers so I could wipe.
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
I got a message the other day that just said “great tits”
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