Far right against the wall..hiding come find me. dont tell oyhers hahaha
i turned job hunting into a drinking game..
I woke up, not remembering how or when or why i was even there and looked over to find Steph spooning with an adult black man.
Call me pathetic, but saying "tits for ireland" is working out really well on chatroulette today.
hooking up with my manager sounds like an even better idea while i'm sober.
i was way too optimistic last night... got back to my apartment and the porch light was still on, like i'd actually make it all the way home.
Going to the hospital for stitches on my balls. Mom walked in on me manscaping with an electric razor. Tell NOBODY.
Currently coming up with judgment, the game. Works well on buses, will probably be more entertaining in bars.
Well if I'm going to hook up with every ethnicity by the end of undergrad, I need to be moving on
Come over, we're having a tea party. And by a tea party I mean we're drinking whiskey from tea cups.
I'm not entirely sure how getting 'house drunk' turned into us getting trashed, being serenaded by karaoke and going out. But it needs to happen again.
Dude, tumbleweeds have been rolling through my bed lately. This is my dryest dry spell since I was married.
I have never lost more friends than while playing Uno drunk.
I think we have some hyper-understanding of each other when drunk, because looking back at our text convo from last night, they were literally just jumbled letters.
He bent me in ways I couldn't imagine.. and im a gymnast.
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