I haven't worn deodorant in like three days and have been laying around in my underwear listening to music and drinking. I think i've made my own Bonnaroo in my apartment.
Everything about him screamed your future.
when your english prof writes "this was a real good paper" on your essay, you know you're at the wrong college
we were so high we made up an elaborate backstory because we were paranoid about going into the wig shop w/o being serious wig shoppers
I returned her cell phone that I found in the bathroom, I felt the stretcher and the ambulance was enough of a learning experience.
btw found the cat. he didn't appreciate the toilet bath.
DIN'T JUSGE NE.
It was pretty bad. Like cum-on-my-face-while-singing-Let-It-Snow bad.
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
We realized tonight that we have to get advice about guys from you because you're our only straight male friend that neither of us has slept with.
He is dating a girl who is on the Olympic shooting team...I've never been so scared to hit on a guy with a girlfriend in my entire life.
The day i have a fb album titled " I have become a townie" you can shoot me in the foot and tell me to get my life together
I'm over being sad. I'm now onto thinking about all the ways in which he is a total fuckwaste
We banged in his car behind the burrito place. Google Maps keeps asking me to rate my visit. 5/5, would cum again.
Do NOT. I repeat. DO NOT call me little one after we have fucked. In no world is that ok. Even jesus agrees.
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