Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
i wonder what thom yorke's orgasms sound like
I just got sparklers from my secret santa. Drunken sledding just got to a whole new level of dangerous
How are you going to be there by 9am?
Relax I always go to these conferences hung over
You say that like it's a positive quality
The lesbians are drunkenly meowing in the hallway again. This is the shit I'll miss at home.
The girl in the white might have stds. I'm strangely okay with this.
I've awoken at 3am again, in a night terror, just thinking about how big his dick was.
We had hangover sex and then I called a taxi home. Told him I didn't want his number because, if it was meant to be, we would fuck again. He called me the queen of one night stands.
"Douchebag of the Year" award goes to the guy who didn't reply to the picture of my tits.
while i am personally glad that we met...i feel like for society as a whole it was a bad thing
In the mean time, I'll continue to kick ass at running and become a successful stripper while he might hook up with one average looking girl he met at a club. I so win.
Glow Paint looked great for the Black Light Party last night, Tonight having a glow in the dark Pizza on my arm, not so much.
I really don't know how I went from having a few drinks to waging war against ghosts in my apartment but here we are
Do you think they manscape in the zombie apocalypse?
You're a disaster
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