i cvme to yuor rooom...wherer are youf?
please be gone before i get back
we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
i feel like my life has become an afroman song and idk whether i should be sad about that or not
how should i go about explaining the hickey i drunkenly gave myself last night?
The last thing I remember is yelling "ill handle this" while wearing a lion suit and holding a jug of vodka when the RAs came
Sorry for making you give strangers a ride for hits of acid.
I left you pizza on the porch. I didn't want to wake you, if you were passed out on the bathroom floor again. Sorry if it's cold.
You handed me a red solo cup filled with vodka and Bacon. You called it the salty Russian.
I just got a reminder alert on my phone for an event I titled "Bradley getting stupid high with me in bed." I assume we planned this during the party. I'm down if you are.
Its completely acceptable to go naked under my graduation gown right?
Some ppl might frown upon it but theyre prudes
When the theology professor asked me what touched me most about this trip to Rome, I guess "the guy from last night" wasn't the proper response.
I feel like I don't even know what's gonna happen when we first see each other. It'll be like explosions and glitter and a unicorn will run by pulling a sleigh of alcohol and sex.
When you start lapping your martini like a cat it's time to go home. Partys over.
You're a FUCKING ASSHOLE. Love mom
I woke up and he already had a joint rolled waiting next to the bed. Love.
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