I'm not unpopping my collar. This shirt is too expensive to crease.
I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
I just made a milkshake without a blender... thats determination
I am literally too baked to press the call button. How am I supposed to bone him?
The plus side of face planted at the tailgate was that no one could see my nipples hanging out.
he called us the olsen twins. we also rapped ignition much to his dismay.
If sitting in the car passing a flask back and forth because the bar we go to is having some power issues on Christmas eve isn't Christmas spirit, then I don't know is.
playing nyquil roulette. it entails taking shots of nyquil and hoping it doesnt kick in during sex or in public. game on.
The weekend is off to a good start: she just got into a verbal fight with a hobo. Nearly a fist fight.
She is currently expressing her joy for "bad to the bone" through interpretive dance...
I tolerate his mediocre drunk sex for the mind blowing morning sex. More than worth it.
I'm over being sad. I'm now onto thinking about all the ways in which he is a total fuckwaste
My roommate walked in on my inserting a tampon. Somehow, I don't think this will be improving our relationship.
I frew up on some kids lovely sidealk chald drawings..
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