You know that bakery that Sandra Bullock's sister owns?
The one in Montpelier?
yeah, well it doesn't exist anymore. VT's one fucking claim to fame closed.
sometimes i just want to live alone. my roommate keeps looking at me weird like hes never seen a girl eat plain salt before
You told me when we were leaving the club if I could pin point your nipple through your padded bra you would show me if I was right.
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...
I know I said I wouldn't, but he told me I looked like Mila Kunis. Reasons not to fuck him, go.
The good news is the house is clean, the bad news is someone redecorated the bonus room by spray painting "free willy" on the wall in honor of the girl who passed out in there last night.
I'm still finding big obvious chunks of condom around my car.
I'm so pissed my boobs hit the emergency stop button during my workout
I just saw my first passed out person, sprawled out on the sidewalk like they died. I wanted to take a pic but I thought that screamed "tourist"
Didn't know what to wear so I ripped off my bed sheets and tied myself a toga. "a little hungover" is no way to describe me right now.
Having to grow a landing strip to cover the bruises from pole dancing. Thanks for the birthday present, but next time, maybe just a gift card?
I was woken up at 6 am by a second grader trying to give me a sweatshirt for a pillow
currently working on a look that screams, "I'm dead inside, but still trying to enjoy the ride"
I'm pretty sure my roommate is moving out because her cat likes me better
Current status: so high that I'm unable to have coherent conversation with my mom, but still knew that when my dad said "shpritzy white stuff" I understood that he was trying to think of "whipped cream."
That text took me 10 minutes.
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