Sry I called you an 8
Well, it's 24 hours till finals. I need high A's on all of them and I still am not sure where exactly on campus most of my classes took place.
New low: falling asleep with my face in the toilet only to be awoken when my hand slid down and touched the water. It's moments like these I wish I could forget.
I don't text first unless I'm hammered...so ya I text first a lot
You know you're old when tea and a hot bath are more appealing than beer pong with lesbians.
Just had a 10 minute long conversation with my cat about how if I died, and he needed to eat me to live, I'd totally be ok with it. Definitely still drunk.
I just saw a herd of slutty loofahs run down the street...
His mom already thought we were lesbians BODY SHOTS WERE JUST NOT AN OPTION SORRY
I just made a drink so ill shit. It's goona be great. Ill tell you about it when you get here. Get pumped. For my shit.
I found my spirit animal in the shower. It's a sloth/bear that lives in my chest.
Im including "no monologues past 1am" in the list of apartment rules. Theatre majors dude.
It just makes sense. It's like I end a relationship, and wash myself of sin... with tequila.
I just threw up on the way to class. Legit, on the sidewalk by psych building.
THAT WAS YOU? Psych prof just pointed out the window and said "that kids, is why you don't pregame before class"
Let's not forget that we had sex on the ground in public tonight.
Who did he bring home?
Idk. But did you see her shoe choice by the stairs, I'm really not expecting anything great.
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