week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
I'm sitting by the window waiting for the sun to go down so that I can start drinking.
Got to see someone fall down the stairs while holding hot coffee and a folder full of papers. Best Monday ever.
sometimes i wish i was a boob, they get to chill in soft and cuddly little cup things.
I'm not drunk enough to eat silly string
K, so let's go ahead and say that mcnugget and margarita Tuesday was a bad idea
I can't believe you picked a finger in the ass over lunch with me.
Mom and I are both drunk and walking around the Strip. It's like the hangover but with a lot more bathroom breaks.
How hard is it to grasp the concept of 'I lost an impromptu saber bout and so I have to make a macaroni map of Soviet Russi, including Kazicstan'!?
He made the moves first, we made out...then we folded his laundry.
So, anyways, aside from wanting to seduce my roommate for booze, how's everything been
I don't need tinder boy anymore but I do need free sushi
Drunk and bowling. Only good things can come of this
I stopped telling people I'm a pansexual unless they ask first, really tired of explaining what that means.
The next morning I found her spread eagle asleep on the living room floor and he was asleep with his head in her crotch. I needed a ride and had to wake them up.
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