my boss said she was surprised to see me this morning. i told her there's a time in a girls life she has to give up day drinking in order to make money for next weekend's alcohol. she looked so proud, i think i might get a raise.
I know it is almost summer when the students in my night class start showing up drunk.
We went out. i got lost. dunno where they were. they slept in the car. i slept in an outdoor shower. i dont know anything else.
Apparently she doesn't appreciate the significance of eskimo sisterhood as much as I do.
i think i was tempted to text while we were making out. like i remember holding my phone up behind his head and just staring at it.
I'm finding that as the end of the quarter approaches, the list of things I refuse to do sober keeps getting longer.
it was a frathouse cornucopia of foul mixed drinks and "sangria", which im convinced was blood and pcp
And don't worry, my exact words were "I can't believe a baby came outta that thing"
that's right. bitches got laser pointers. let's fuck shit up
It was like in the Christmas carol when the guy pulls his robe back and 2 small children appear... except this time it was a massive scrotum
I don't know what the bubonic plague feels like- but I'm gonna guess its something like this.
I pack a first-aid kit when I DD for you. What does that tell you about your partying? For what I see and do, paying my food and gas for the night is a goddamn BARGAIN.
She told me the only rule was that I couldn't cum on her Batman blanket.
After we'd both come, we started writing a book about dragons. Woke up this morning to a full English breakfast. Can't thank you enough for introducing us
I have to stay away from bourbon. Despite what it keeps telling me, it is NOT my friend.
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