We were having sex on the balcony and this guy walked by, so drunkily i said "dont move, he cant see us if we dont move."
I need to find out who his wife is so I can fuck her before he gets to mine.
I've spent too much of my life staring at my bberry and counting to 5 to see if it blinks
drunken yoga. on the beach. senior week. you have been chosen <3
The whiskey is fighting the tequila on who wants to be the one who end my night first.
Its like the two hemispheres of my brain are in a death match but are two evenly matched for either side to win kinda drunk.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
She spilled some tequila on her hair somehow and I guess I felt bad for her, so I yelled "ROOMIES FOR LIFE" and dipped my hair in my tequila.
I feel like I have heartburn in my nipples.
Then he rubbed shampoo all over my arm and shouted, "Garnier FUCK THIS."
Yep if he's taking selfies he's probably on drugs again.
I AM STRANGELY AROUSED BY THIS UNEXPECTED DEVELOPMENT AND I AM COMPLETELY OK WITH THIS.
Honestly the prospect of dick really lifts a girl's spirits
I've been sober for almost two weeks and it's been the worst two weeks ever. Even my mom told me I need to start drinking again.
Left my wallet at the store. Wouldn't have noticed if the joint I just rolled wasn't in it.
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