now it's sunday. and i have spent every night so piss ass drunk and i'm loving it. i miss my amazing wingman tho. i've discovered the double vodka tonic may kick tequilla's ass. i wish i had ur luck with boys. the one i went out drinking with last night told all the guys at the party that i was his girlfriend so they'd leave me alone. i told him he shouldn't lie, i was not his girlfriend and wouldn't let him walk me home. so i woke up at 3 am on a bench wing-man-less and carried by some football player to my dorm. oh, half-recollected memories! i think i'll force myself to hold off from frat row till the following friday.
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