There's some strange man with hair that keeps talking to us. I'm scared.
This is how horror movies start. Going to bar with strange hair guy. He's paying. Bad idea?
Ditched hair man. Got free cab ride to market. Want food. I win.
Last night drunk me texted a sure to be hungover me my class schedule and locations for today. I'm like a mom preparing her child for the first day of school
It's hard for me to sext him when the picture i see on my phone when he texts me is his facebook default of him and his girlfriend.
In my defense it was my birthday and I really wanted to do it.
oh, it's pms. I almost cried yesterday bc my roommates didn't seem perky enough when I got home.
Nothing is more awkward than taking a dump while someone is crying in the bathroom.
I woke up with a pinecone in my hair. A full pine cone.
We all just did coke and we're coloring so if you're sober its pointless for you to come over here
My teacher just let our class out 30 minutes early, its a 50 minute class. He said the only thing we had to do was get fucked up tonight and have stories about it on Monday.
Pretty sure I just puked up sand. And nothing else.
I like that our conversation ended with "im gonna go get pregnant goodnight"
oh I'm washing fake blood out of my bra.
I NEED to hang out with you more
I just opened a pickle jar stoned as fuck. I clapped for myself. I feel like wonder woman.
I'm in the woods tripping balls the water is rising why don't you answer me
let me just take this time to thank you again for buying pudding.
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