I love how my brain works. It's like being on drugs without the costly upkeep.
Just filled up my pledge keg goblet with coffee at bp. They can judge all they want. At least I'm not killing baby dolphins.
So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
Just been one of those weeks where alcohol out weighs friendship
I don't remember much of half-time. I do remember climbing onto the roof of the fraternity and telling people I was going to stargaze in French.
We also had rum, but now that's all gone. Which I feel is appropriate for a pirate party.
idk man, I was fucked up and eating fried rice at the grocery store, tried to wave at her but she just looked concerned at me.
He went to cum on my stomach and somehow it got behind my ear. He's like a fucking jizz Houdini.
I made the last cup in beer pong off the dude's hat. I also faintly remember rapping Forever by Drake during said game.
She says the reason I don't talk to her is because I'm "emotionally lazy" what ever that means
I legit feel like I had sex with Joey Fatone. Is that weird?
just found out that my aunt grows weed. today is a good day to be me.
I woke up with leftover chocolate syrup on my nipples. WTF happened last night??
so we have roughly decided that hes the dude all the chicks will bang in college, just so he will do their term papers
got the runs at the club last night. wondering when it'll be safe to show my face again.
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