He called me an ungrateful bitch because I lauged when he asked me "how do you me and a bed sound?"
Like I should be grateful for the 5 minutes I sit on top of him and stare at the wall.
Girl next to me just said "as a guy I used to sweat but not I don't. it's awesome" Oh. My. God.
Your tequila is gone. I suggest you bring more home before you go out for dinner. Money is taped to mailbox.
i had to take off my light up shamrock necklaces, my professor was getting suspicious.
at least if we puke, we will be surrounded by beautiful, non-judgemental trees.
Desperately trying not to throw up over the side of the ferry back to CT. Can't be the first one of the season.
id say bad/good trip...at first I wanted to claw off my skin... but then when i tried i ended up tickling myself for an hour.
I'm not worried. All I have to do is not be the drunkest painter at 8:00. Golden.
I could see myself being this awkward weirdo drunk girl that patted strangers and danced terribly but was powerless to stop it
He is such a generous lover, I can look past the fact his name is fucking Bob.
That said I did get head on the roof of a 15 story building which, regardless of quality, is still cool
I can't go to the bars anymore. She wanted to see me again and I drunkenly told her I was moving today. If she spots me I'm fucked.
My liver is screaming fuck you right now.
when you wake up naked in a bed with glowsticks, a rolled ankle, a hangover, and a condom; alone. you wonder shit
I am 11 times too hungover to give the eulogy
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