I'm in a room alone pouting because I got the wrong nachos at taco bell.
party started at 10. cops are coming to shut us down now and its 11. i already lostmy underwear and im wearing a sparkly thong on my haed. this has to be some kinda record.
walking through the french quarter. a homeless guy just offered me a pigeon. gotta love new orleans.
We just licked a sour creme and onion chip for salt for a tequila shot. Our vacation has officially begun.
Beer bonged 7 shots of Jameson. I title this night short stories with tragic endings.
Delete her number from his phone. He keeps slurring how he's going to get her "all sorts of pregnant".
Fuck morning classes and our weekday drinking habits.
It hurts to peel the glue off my chest and i keep finding glitter in my hair.
I just wanted to decorate you...
I said geronimo as I came I'm not sure if he appreciated the doctor who reference or was just confused
I hurt so much. Not in the emotional way, but in the I went to dive bars sorta way.
It took me half an hour to realize I didnt know them
But I got head on a boat yesterday which was sweet until a bald eagle flew over. Then it became life affirming.
A million fucking miles away, and the sun still manages to fuck my hungover mornings up.
That's just how I roll. I drink, then tell people I'm either not wearing underwear or I'm training to be a stripper.
I’m done with him. I’m going to the beach to catch a fresh dick
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