May 15, 2017
“I haven’t slept for the last thirty-two hours and I think I started having hallucinations or a group of people really took their clothes and started running around the quad.”
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“I haven’t slept for the last thirty-two hours and I think I started having hallucinations or a group of people really took their clothes and started running around the quad.”
“I have said it once and I will say it again. If I woke up as a doughnut I would eat myself. Wouldn’t even question it.”
"Fuck,” Chase muttered under his breath, letting out a breathy sigh and closing his Psych book suddenly with force. “Out of curiosity, do you know how much male strippers make per year? Is it more than a psychologist would make in a year? I need to weigh my options here.”
“You think I’m wearing shades cause it’s sunny outside? That’s cute.”
"I am not putting my shoes in a giant pile along with everyone else’s. Who knows what kind of foot fungus I could attract, no thanks. If everyone is accommodating, I am willing to throw mine out an extra fifty yards.”
“So I dont know about you, but since I’m finally back from home I think tonights the perfect night for drinking, smoking, and all kinds of fun. You in fam?”
Lance entered the room almost wary in the way he scanned his surroundings. After a minute of silence, continuing to inspect the place, his lips parted to voice, “You seen a snake ‘round here?”
I have this weird fascination with makeup right now. Like I want everyone’s face to be flawless, especially mine. Is that weird?