So apparently I told him I was off to go "whore skipping" and I disappeared into the night skipping down the street. I know this because there's video.
got high and went straight for the Doritos. I'm some kind of walking cliche.
woke up to an unread text message i sent to myself: "brreakfdast..pork and ice cream."
at least franzia made me throw up pretty colors.
The fact that I am sitting home writing a resume while you're out inducing vomiting makes me feel like way more of an adult than I'm ready to be.
Slutapocalypse this thursday. Invite every freshieee you hooked up with this semester to my house. Think of it like a meet n greet for them and battle of the sluts for us.
im just gonna lie here and collect money in this whoppers bag while sprawled out on this bench and explain that its to buy weed for my hangover
Okay! I've got my sketchbook, my purse, my coat, and a knife hidden in my cleavage. I'm ready for to meet my blind date~
Just ignore his excessive use of exclamation points and be happy this one is of age.
You fucker.
Also, I'm sat on the floor drinking cava because life is just not working for me tonight.
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
Ethically, this is the worst thing I've ever done. Financially, however...
Its amazing how creative youll get when your house has been out of toilet paper for a week and a half
Tonight is an "I'm lonely and single so I'm going to curl up in a warm, melatonin and vodka enriched ball in the corner of my bed with a cat." kind of night.
Pretty sure this radio station is run by a cult. Good thing it's in Spanish, can't brainwash someone who can't understand you.
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