So it's 10:55am and I just woke up on the floor in the hallway on the4th floor. There should probably be no moredrinking competetions.
Avril Lavigne as a judge on Idol wearing devil ears. it's like every boner you ever had in 2002 just came true.
Some guy said that sham wows were the same as regular shammys. needless to say you had to be restrained. you kept trying to 'slap chop' him.
They had a "who can aim further away from the toilet" contest. I'm now washing piss off my ceiling.
update. expensive tequila only makes the mistakes more expensive.
We stayed in and smoked weed and watched Dreamgirls. We made each other's vaginal lips sing the songs. Mine was Beyonce, hers was Jamie Foxx. I think this is one of those times you're jealous you're not an awesome lesbian.
Apparently last night drunk me put my phone in a cup of beer to make it "fun scented".
Well on the bright side, I only need a sophomore to complete the fuck-a-guy-from-every-year-challenge.
Well I'm just gonna sit here naked in this chair and whatever happens happens
Apparently I covered myself in sunscreen before I went to bed. Im just assuming that due to the fact I found an empty bottle of sunblock
Apparently from about 3-5AM I was consoling that crying stripper about her life choices.
We're living together and you don't know if I've seen Titanic?!
Ugh I don't want to adult today. I need like a dozen more coffees. Or cookies. They're interchangeable.
I wanted to write an apology letter to my vagina after that.
And you know what the worst part is? Because of him I can now relate to a goddamn Taylor Swift song. FUCK. MY. LIFE.
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