We agreed on being friends w/ benefits. Lets see if that really happens.
Ok, so that was not supposed to go to u, my bad. I feel horrible.
now I regret adding my aunt on facebook. she remnded me today on my wall about the importance of checking my stools for blood since I have diaherria.
I'm always impressed by your drunken ability to quickly gauge how long it's been since you've shaved and whether or not your prospective hook up will care.
I decided that $2 and a kiss on the cheek was a great tip for the pizza girl. No one is REALLY sure how much I've have to drink.
we've had sex 4 times and he still refers to me as 'the chick in my chem class'
got woken up at 7:30 by a drunk girl asking me where she was... apparently she slept on my futon
she was in a cheetah costume
I'm not sure...it could be the pasta I ate from her sink, the dominoes, or just the alcohol. Or a wicked combination of all 3.
I just ate a can of beans for dinner so I can afford to go get a 5$ bottle of wine. I really did not think these choices would still be necessary at age 25.
she's drunk at 2 in the afternoon again. at least my mother is predictable.
I feel like a cloud. A cloud that wants to be laid.
Hooker in the library. I repeat, we have a hooker in the library. This is not a drill.
We are 100% horrible people, and im extremely happy we are friends
i want to shrink myself down to penis size, climb inside of her pussy and just live there for a few months.
I hate waking up to a room that reeks of bad decisions...
Gatorade without vodka just doesn't taste the same
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