I just woke up in the 4th floor lounge at 5:30AM with my ipod on to springsteen and a condom on
so we'll all just be running around naked, basically. and high.
there's chicken and sequins in our bathroom sink. part of me almost wants to know what happened
I mean we havent seen each other since december and then bam its cinco de mayo and were having sex under a life guard tower taking tequila shots between each position. no big deal
I'm doing laundry in pjs and heels, home alone with my margarita bucket.
i'm pregaming while finishing a paper on cardio myocyte contractility in mice. i'm kicking finals week's ass right now
Just break the ice by asking who had to take plan b this past semester
This theraflu would make for a great margarita.
I can make a sudafedarita
There are several different types of life sentences in my purse right now.
But he buys me breakfast and goes down on me THATS HARD TO FIND
The alcohol just runs so smoothly thru my veins.
btw I told him that the only way he was gonna get to eat you out was if he smothered your vag with grits..
Literally the fucking master of salvaging the possibility of a blow job whilst also crushing somebody's dreams.
I always felt my time would come in the form of a tidal wave of whisky
Are you drunk? You left me a voicemail at 5:59 AM of you making dolphin sounds.
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