I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
I had a dream once that juice was flowing out of my kitchen faucet
i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
i have essays due online every friday...im just going to write 'im hungover' for every one
Ugh. my cast still smells like fermenting hot tub water and bad decisions.
I dont know how to respond to your rave picture. I mean yeah, he's hot, but it just seems wrong to be like "Please tell me you fucked that guy with the pacifier!"
Apparently I was the fucked up drunk guy greeting people at the hotel in the lobby last night.
Dude, this is like the 4th time today I've had to use cruise control for a 25mph zone. This hangover is never fucking gonna end.
All I remember is a very aggressive two-stepper who inadvertently made me give myself a black eye with my own beer
You're dating a nurse! That's smart, you never know when you'll have a medical emergency. Probably liver failure.
i have never been so sexually frustrated as I am right now. I feel like dying...is death an option?
Literally just napped at strip club. Don't know how long
I encourage you to ignore feeling. Drinking more helps
Like why am I even still facebook friends with a guy I let finger me at a concert?
I’m pretty sure I have teeth marks on my neck
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