No more parties with babies... I can't do that again.
Apparently 151 is to me what spinach is to popeye.
I feel like my whole life has been one big pre-game for Mexico.
I can blatently call girls sluts here and they think i'm speaking norwegian
just spent the last 4 hours covering his room in sticky notes. Viva Drunk Thursdays.
Chicken salad taco, you know, when you're out of bread and crackers, and high.
I take it we used my cleavage as a pen holder last night during the graffiti party. Looks like the colours of Crayola exploded all over my chest
The car just stinks of weed and we are all sitting here trying to hide it from my mom by rolling down the windows, like it's not coming off my sisters boyfriend
There are two types of people in this world I don't trust: people who collect stamps, and people who don't drink
Def just hooked up with my brother's senior prom date in his bed. Does that make me the worst brother ever?
You started sleep walking, went to my closet, tried to pee on my boots, and when I asked you what you were doing you said "I'm talking to these people about jobs"
I really don't know how I went from having a few drinks to waging war against ghosts in my apartment but here we are
I plan to try out my new vibrator and watch Star Trek: The Next Generation. It's a busy night.
Soooo, hypothetically, how long would roommates have to sleep together before its considered dating...
For the love of all that is holy just take the tranquilizers Erica
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