So my shaver died while I was trimming...ya know. And now it is half way done. I don't think there's currently any aesthetic in keeping it this way...
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
I just mixed tequila and nyquil in front of dad. hes making ambulance jokes but let me tell you its DELICIOUSSS
Julian told me all the fish in his pond died and he didn't know when or how. I didn't have the heart to tell him he drunkenly peed in the pond on Saturday as everyone cheered him on.
If he's dead I'm so gonna get the blame. I have his passport, keys and his tooth in my purse.
He bought my favorite ceral.. I've guess I've earn the status as one of his regular fuck buddies. I feel honored and proud. His roommates girls don't get this treatment.
I'm ready to sell my soul to the strip club tonight
Welcome to a new world. May the gods of weed smile upon you as you embark on exploring this new dimension.
I just threw up 34 cents. What in god's name did we do last night?
And then I realized my chick friends consist only of sober you, drunk you and hungover you
If I die tonight somebody's going to have to let all my tinder matches know.
I walked outside and found some random guy passed out on our front porch. We managed to acquire the 12 pack of lagers he had so it's all good.
just found the "let's take a picture before we do these roommates" before picture
thank god there was never an after picture.
no real plans this weekend. trying to derail the alcohol induced fucking hell train I've been riding for the past three weeks.
Is it sad that the most attractive guy I've come across in a week that's not my professor is the man doing my pedicure?
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