so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
just got drunk at a party with Christmas themed solo cups.. holidays are officially here.
I had five suicidal voicemails from him when I woke up this morning. They all started and ended with "DON'T FUCK MY ROOMMATES".
It was only one, it doesn't count.
Apparently it costs $70 to clean vomit off the side of our apartment building.
Just when I think I'm the one with the problem, I get home for the holidays and the family shows me what alcoholism is really about
Looking for the remote in the couch. Finding Adderall beads. Considering utilizing.
Do you think that we can get a group discount on liver transplants? We'll be like kids again!
She kept grabbing my head and told my faces to stop shaking.. Also, she kept whispering something about seeing flowers in my eyes.
my math prof is telling us what to do in a gun fight. i dont want to live in oakland anymore.
That's what every 12 year old basketball team needs; a drunk and hungover lady eating KD whilst cheering them on. Highlight of their lives.
so I may or may not have had intense sex to mozart's greatest hits on vinyl... I don't know if I should be proud or just really disappointed in my nerdness
Apparently drunk me thought it was a good idea to buy $100 worth of band aids and stick them all over everything in the apartment.
National champion athletes like gay butt sex, too. I'm just here to help them out.
I'm glad you still love me even when I change pants in the kitchen and demand you spoon me
We talked about breaking up, had sex, and in the middle of said sex, talked more about breaking up- best sad day ever
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