so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
I'll probably hate you when I'm sober
I feel like my life has just been one 21 year long episode of "i shouldn't be alive"
hows a nice way to say "yeah i would go to your dorm, but it's snowing and I know you're not going to blow me, so what's the point"?
my debit card account is gonna say movie, movie, ice cream, movie, cheese fries, get a fucking life, movie
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
An hour ago, you were stranded out of state, and now you're getting laid? You are a god. Whatever you do, don't ask her name.
Tranny group. Dance off. Horse hair and dicks swinging. I. Cant. Unsee. This.
Yes I slept with him, he was the only one not wearing a costume. Guys with costumes are just trying to impress you.
I've slept in a different bed every day this week. Operation Ho Ho Ho is a success!
I never thought I'd say this, but I think I just saw the hottest pregnant chick alive.
This stupid maranara sauce stain sucks. It keeps distracting me and it looks like I'm staring at my tits.
I'm spending tomorrow doing taxes and making jello shots. Is this adulthood?
I fucked R2D2 last night. I consider Star Wars day a success.
Apparently I gave a guy a hand job on the dance floor. ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
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