my drunken desire to be gossip girl continues to ruin friendships for me
I literally ate my thanksgiving dinner while getting a lapdance. And honestly, after that, there is no other way.
It's almost summer. We need to start reconnecting with our home drug dealers.
I passed out on my porch last night. I'm still making it to class. This is what growing up means.
Oh btw I took the eighth out of the plastic wrap so I could use it to wrap my red pepper. This can be seen as either pathetic or resourceful.
My new dealer is 16. I have been getting high longer than he has been alive.
I don't see the problem
he looks SO much like Drake, I feel like an extreme groupie every time we have sex.
Too many penises have met your hands. Stop or die.
Well. No wine. And no real mixers. I'm using vodka and grape juice and calling it Slurrrlot. Happy Holidays bitch.
All I remember is dance battling with a man named tom the entire time who kept buying me drinks so id say it was a success
He has no idea he's waking up in slut palace tomorrow morning
Fucking adderall I just talked at the security guard for 90 minutes
He tried to brush a hair off my cheek, but turns out it was just a freakishly long chin hair. So no, we didn't bang.
No dude shes like 5 feet tall and maybe 100 pounds... Normally i wouldnt be scared but someone gave her a bat. Thats why im in the bathroom
her and her boyfriend kept giving me coke ad kissing me talking about my awesome boobs
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