Nothing too bad. Lost a stuffed horse on a stick and tore my clothes off. Again.
I forgot how ruthlessly advertising works on me when I'm high.
I sat alone in Buffalo Wild Wings eating chocolate cake on Country Western karoake night. The waiter asked me if I was ok. Twice.
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
Fucking him was like shopping for my first training bra.. Embarrassing yet extremely useful
That's so unfortunate for him bc you can always find another penis, but he's stuck with it
I mostly enjoyed dancing with him because his boner was scratching my bug bites.
Speaking of roommates, Kelsey and I woke up to urine in our trash can. Neither one of us is willing to admit to it so we've come to the conclusion that someone snuck into our room in the middle of the night
What time did you start drinking?
Maybe.
Maybe isn't a time...
I have a very hazy flashback of me making out with a guy in a seashell bra??! Can you confirm or deny
Plan: drunk dancing. Reality: drunk almost getting in fights with people that could beat me into the ground.
Also-when I die, I want it to be with my arms above my head so that when rigor mortis sets in, my breasts are perky.
I'm now having weird sexual fantasies about that riverdancing figure skater. So thanks for that.
My vagina is officially offended.
Girl just left one of the apts upstairs carrying a giant bottle of kahlula and a lunchable.... I feel like we could be friends
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