Some broad at the bar just asked me how much money I make. I don't know whats worse, the question or the answer.
Man, i was looking at the pictures i took last night in one i was on the Kentucky line fist pumping with a hobo..wth happened?
So fucked up. Can't tell if I'm starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.
So hungover. They actually hid easter eggs around me.
I'm pregaming for my hair cut. Working two jobs definately taught me how to use my time wisely...
Find out what day classes start and I will come down to Richmond that weekend. Any broad who claims to be 18-21 will be promptly ID'd. My job has trained me to spot a fake from a mile away, and I don't need a statutory rape charge.
Not rlly sure. Might just drink and sleep. Gotta wake up for my last rabies shot lol
I feel like our low point of the night was when we had to start chasing with ice cubes and wheat thins.
I have got to stop taking so many uppers and downers simultaneously. My life is a Dali painting.
We had sex on roll out bean bag chair, and then proceeded to sleep with a blanket with dolphins on it. Happy birthday to me.
My manager just held my hair while I threw up in a dumpster. New low.
Just taxi'd to the airport holding a zip lock bag of my own vomit. Bachelorette success.
I mean, it was a fun hookup and he's cute and whatnot, but he wouldn't go down on me. Plus he's a republican. Idk why but those things feel like they go hand in hand.
He thought I was gay. I had to explain I just really like wearing flannel.
Give me the sexing that I truly desire and I will reveal to you the mysterious location of the PBR's
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