Oh just a soda. I'm "driving"
Im rethinking drunk tuesdays. Also rethinking ovaries.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
I tried to put a seat belt on in the shower. And I'm 80% sure I ate soap.
Just so you know, classy bitches change the morning after in a CVS bathroom.
My heart is swelling with pride right now. I fucking love you.
The last thing I remember was naked hot tub and taking a shot and using the hot tub water as a chaser. Not acceptable.
In the middle of blowing him I looked at him and said "Your so old..." and then continued. I need to stop drinking.
Whatever. I hate you. My vagina hates you. I hope a bird shits on your head today.
Just took adderall with about half a bottle of red wine...i have stopped trying for this last exam
I swear if you get so drunk that I have to sing Bohemian Rhapsody to you again to get you to come out of the bathroom I'm leaving you at the bar this time.
I think I'm actually too depressed to do drugs, wow.
Oh god it's open bar.
You're going to love the baby's room.
I doubt it. I can't have sex there anymore. That severely limits the appeal of the room to me.
I woke up with glitter and eggshells in my bed wtf
Don't get yourself off tomorrow. We. Are. Having. Sex. That's that. Just dont do it.
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