this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
Me too. I'd like to spend all next summer high and drunk and riding ponies and boys.
she just made me lysol my hands in order to touch her tits.
literally every day that goes by where he doesn't talk to me makes me more determined to get him to have sex with me
i hooked up with a boy reading dear john, i have to get points for that somewhere
no he gets major points for having a girl hookup with him after reading dear john
Getting stoned and going to costco. If i'm not back by dawn, you know what to do.
I'm doing shots of crown out of a baby bottle. My friends are sensational parents.
idk what id do withouhrh yoy btro
Some advice...don't play drunk rock em sock em robots. With actual people. I have bruises EVERYWHERE.
There are fucking limits. Jerking another guy off in the bar toes the line.
He bought me a oreo ice cream cake with "thanks for not calling the cops!" written in icing. If that doesn't sum up winter break, I don't know what does.
You can see my drunken state get worse with each picture
The police report said i was screaming at someone that wasnt there, then the cops told me to call someone sober and i called mike to tell him "They are trying to arrest me for stealing information from the FBI" at that point they took me to jail.
Sometimes self-care is taking a shot of vodka and moving on.
got the runs at the club last night. wondering when it'll be safe to show my face again.
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