So i got in my car, the seats are leaned back, and soft soul music is playing. Wtf happened last night.
Sitting in the library lobby in the middle of exam week. Drunk. Dressed as santas slutty helper. Waiting for the student shuttle service. People are clapping for me as they walk by. Tell me how this isnt college
how was your day?
fuck the small talk. are you bringing the liquor tonight or am i?
good news. according to wikipedia, my blackout might just have been "post-trauma amnesia"
not sure how we got back down, broken rib says we didn't use stairs
you better not pull some "waking up at 2 in the afternoon" shit, we have weed to smoke.
Please don't be alarmed by the blood on my arms and phone in the morning. It's not mine.
She fuckin peed on me
Stay golden ponyboy
Before I roll over explain to me why you're naked and on my floor.
It's my 3rd annual 21st birthday party. Disney themed. There will be blood.
Not sure how a movie about Jesus has managed to make me feel insecure about my boobs but it has.
My heart stopped for a sec, but I snorted what I believe was cocaine off the floor, and I'm back in the fight
Then that means he's outwardly conservative. Inwardly he's a total gay horndog. He's like a spy that can ruin conservative plans.
I want to change all my life goals to that.
Thank you for listening to my rant about tacos.
had to remind myself that killing him is not a good career move AGAIN.
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