I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
shes wearing a jean skirt, its frayed. i got this
i have essays due online every friday...im just going to write 'im hungover' for every one
Im sitting next to shitfaced santa at the cuse game. My plan to be on television is now flawless
All i remember before i blacked out is you pointing to a random chick and telling me to bang her for America.
Just found my old bop it. So many drinking game possibilities
It took him an hour to realize I wasn't this "Sarah" girl, and by then he was already crying and eating pizza rolls.
So I commented on one of his pictures "who do I have to give a full effort blow job to, to get the Ides of March movie poster behind you" he responded with a number that wasn't his. I still texted it. I love that movie.
we broke up because he couldn't handle the fact that i've slept with more girls than he has. also, i've slept with the girl he's seeing now.
I can smell the sangria seeping out of my pores
Let's just say we ended up at Denny's with a strippers shoe that we had to discreetly leave at the door to the strip club this morning
So the day after the 4th I'm sitting here drinking Molson and watching NHL free agent frenzy. From patriotic American to drunken Canadian in 24 hours flat. Booyah.
she's the poster child for how alcoholism can be fun.
I have vodka and 50 pizza rolls best spring break ever
But can mardi gras accurately capture the essence of my tiny rage?
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