last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
he said i was chugging vodka in the parking lot, gave my # to a married man, started a food fight, and passed out at the bar. how could he NOT consider that a good first date???
I dinstinctly remember making out to "I believe I can fly" and waving my arms like a bird to the beat.
Saxophones in my mind. I swear someone dosed me.
i'm scootering my little heart out so i'm not late for a weed pickup. this is the meaning of adolescence
Trust me. Drunk Scrabble is not a good idea. Arguments over the legitimacy of the word "Pickle" break out, things are said, friendships are ruined. It's ugly.
Lol what? Monday night impromptu acid drop was the alternative.
doctors was a success... no liver damage and I lost five pounds.. we're celebrating tonight you get the whiskey I'll get the burritos.
He sent me nudes and then a text asking if I tried the new Cantina Bowl from Taco Bell. He sure does romance right, doesn't he?
I just found out two girls I dated met each other, bonded over how much they hate me, started dating and are gonna get married soon.
But I made it seem like I wasn't hungover at work, so that's a plus.
This chick walked up to me in the bar and started making out with me, then grabbed my drink while I wasn't looking and walked off.
ugh, my whole family is going ape shit over my sister's pregnancy blog. I dont get it? Anyone can get knocked up! I had rebound sex with a new york ranger last night, now that is something to fucking blog about.
I just saw a guy in a zippo shirt buy 2 gallons of fire starter fluid and then proceed to smoke a cigarette. I feel like hes got some big plans for his tuesday.
Drunk on wine at my parents house watching "RugRats In Paris". Comeatmeadulthood.
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