we got back to my place and he started talking about feelings. i politely told him to leave and that he managed to cock block himself.
i sneezed during and he said it felt like i gave birth to his dick...then asked me to do it again.
I figured it out. hungover me hates drunk me, drunk me hates sober me, and sober me hates being sober. so yes, were blacking out tonight.
this study room smells like vodka
the study room thinks the same about you
I made out with Jen. We were naked. I'm still gay. Forever
It's also dangerous to ride a bike down the stairs after a few beers, but I've done it.
Being home sucks. I haven't drank in like a week. Or smoked cigs. Or done drugs. Or had sex. My body is shutting down.
Omg. It's like you're one of those deprived kids living in a third world country. We need to save you.
I'm having Vietnam flashbacks. This Kid I hooked up with is speaking in class and I keep experiencing the terror.
Why is it that every study session with you turns into a hunt for drugs?
Apparently the Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority severely looks down on Chinese firedrills on a public bus
Yeah but the people love.
I fell into his fridge. I want to leave.
That unicorn pillow pet really made sleeping with my head in the toilet a little better.
A 74 year old man offered to let me sleep on his pull out couch last night.
he threw an umbrella that he ripped out of the table at the fence like he was harpooning a whale while the owner of the bar was outside then tried to blame it on an old man...
Theres about 23 grilled cheese sandwiches stuck to my ceiling and tomato soup all over the kitchen. You are never allowed over again. Ever.
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