Let's just say there is a bloody hand print above my bed and it's not mine. Literally.
when i got home i made myself toast with butter & put pasta on it. I know this cause it's all over my bed.
I feel like i got beat with a pillowcase full of tequila shots.
of all places to pass out....why right in front of our RA's door? OF ALL PLACES.
He probably has his cowboy hat on, that's his house hat.
I only want to make out with him. Unless I get hungry. In that case I will take him home and screw him as a distraction from eating.
Ugh. This is the type of hangover that all other hangovers want to grow up to be.
I feel that the drunker I get, the drunker Facebook gets.
Bitch, it's 2 in the afternoon.
I would like to request a high five for getting laid while wearing crocs and a crab hat.
I wish buying curtains was as easy as buying drugs. I already KNOW what I want and what the outcome will be: awesome.
Prop 8 repealed and I FINALLY got my period. Good day for America!!!
At least your road beer policy is responsible. Well, relatively speaking.
IS NO AN EMOTION BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW
I have a hickey in my new work ID photo.....
Man, I miss taking bong rips in my room. Now they are bringing dogs around so all my stuff is hidden in random places up in the woods. I literaly have to hunt and gather just to get high.
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