fuck, i never want to drink again I drunk dialed matt last night and broke up with him the second night in a row. FUCK QUADFEST
i'm not sure what happened. i know i woke up on the floor of his bathroom, then had morning sex with him. dont remember getting to his apt. dont remember much.
morning sex?... maybe not a total mistake then? he seems like a normal person, so rare at BU
oh no, he's far from normal. i know his high school girlfriend. she's CRAZY. and he definitely deals prescription drugs. also. he had sex with me even though i slept on his bathroom floor.
Sitting at a red light. Windows are down. I'm blasting Gaga's "Disco Stick" and doing an interpretive dance to it because I think I'm hilarious. Look to the left and see two Phi Delts that I know with their windows down. They are horrified. I am probably going to lose their Facebook friendships.
i wish i could tell you the night didnt begin with me drinking alone
just looked in the mirror, I fell asleep with a face mask on. At least drunk me cares that much about the condition of my skin
he'll be my respectable boyfriend for tksgiving and i'll be his non-slutty girlfriend for christmas.
and then ....
he stays my gay friend and my parents think i'm not a slut.
The cab driver thought we were passed out so he called a sexline...
asked the cab driver where he learned Swahili last night.
Just got attacked by a family of raccoons, I have the worst luck.
6 beers, 3 orange crushes, & half a fire ball later & you get my alter ego.
Yes dating, but it seems easier to just live in a perpetual state of Netflix, internet porn, and cheese.
He had the same tone in his voice and look in his eyes that he gets when he says UFOs aren't real.
the people in front of me have a grocery cart in their car... i missed college...
the orange of my hangover Tang is hurting my eyes... my coworkers knew it was hangover Tang too.
It was very surreal. They were listening to a religious podcast on morality while they both went down on me.
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