Bel-fucking-mar, this place has more popped collars than a Hollister catalog
trying to fathom saturday night and the fact that Rainn Wilson now hates me. my brain hurts.
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
It's my fault I'm alone. My closest relationship is with my blackberry....thank god it vibrates.
Lost is over, my longest committed relationship is coming to an end.
He thinks that since we have been dating six months, that he can do the helicopter with his penis. Not okay.
ok is that genuinely the first four bars of mozart's symphony #40 sharpied onto my arm or
He lasted about 30 seconds then said you can't win them all. But then he made me pancakes so it's okay. We shall call him mancakes.
I woke up with a bloody knee, 6 burn marks on my thigh and glitter nails If anyone asks I'm going to say You came into town
Well after the shots I danced with a homeless guy, split my toe on broken glass, and had a 20 piece mcnugget. Who says postgrad life is boring.
So I just sneezed blood everywhere. On the upside. After yesterday I feel way more confident AND I give even less of a fuck.
IT IS EARTH DAY, RECORD STORE DAY, 4/20 EVE, AND SATURDAY ALL AT THE SAME TIME!
I'm at a loss. By loss I mean singing songs from Wicked and pretending I'm at the Oscars
some guy had a sword and everyones crying..it turned bad..fast.
You texted me a picture of some random naked guy. Did you lose your virginity?
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