i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
Desperate + desperate does not equal a fun night.
Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
It's weekends like this that make it obvious why we have to pay to come to college.
My roommate just called. He's in Miami and has no idea how he got there. He also has a ticket to Buenos Aires that he can't explain. I figured you'd have the explanation.
You just kept mumbling, "Shit shit shit, the muffin man owes me money." Repeatedly.
come in to starbucks and ill make you a 4loko latte before theyre banned
he's only going to be home for two days, his dick is going to be in me for the whole 48 hours, he doesnt have a choice.
I feel like I just walked the hall of shame thru the marriott. Everyone stared.
I think it was the shoes and limping. Not the sex. I could b wrong.
I think I'm getting too used to throwing up in the reception trash can. It doesn't even phase me anymore
i have learned 4:30 is too early to start pregamming for the midnight harry potter
He had to carry me to the car. But then sat with me and waited for me to sober up enough to have sex. He's a keeper.
He sent me a picture of myself smashed completely butt naked passed out on the couch and said "at least I'll have these memories"
New plan for Halloween: you dress as Waldo, I'll dress as Carmen San Diego. We can just hide in a closet drinking till someone finds us.
It's a lost cause. Soon she's gonna get naked, just let nature run its course
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