Throwin' it Back

One day away, hurry up Friday, I need a damn drink.  Also, I didn't wear a thong today for the first time in a while (shutup it's laundry day) and I'm hating this regular underwear thing.  Ain't nobody got time for underwear lines! I could use like 6 more cups of coffee too.  Ahh, ok, I'm all done bitching.

Throw back Thursday.  Ahhhhh the college days.  So simple.  I went to a small school where everybody was stoned knew everybody.  A chunk of people from my high school went there too, but no one I was particularly good friends with.  My freshman year was, like it was for most, the sloppy one.  But damn that sloppy shit was a good time. My diet consisted mostly of Natural Light ($8.99 for a 24, yes please) and dining hall food.  Which obviously made me invincible.  I was single my entire freshman year, hence the shenanigans we got into and my choices in clothing.

Insert kinky comments here.

Best. Shirt. Ever. "Idaho? No, Udaho!"

A proud moment.

The first weekend of sophomore year.  My friends and I got all hammered up dressed up and headed to a house party at the frisbee house (told ya, hippies).  I ran into this sexy guy from my freshman english class who had lived in my dorm.  He had his eyebrow pierced (ha!) and this adorable curly hair.  So naturally I pulled my signature move and held his hand while we stood and talked (I have so much game it's not even funny).  He told me about his car and I investigated whether or not he had that V muscle (you know the one, and yes, he did).

We were starting to get all kinds of friendly and then the motherfucking cops came!  The bastards!  I was pissed.  But sexy V curly haired eyebrow guy kept holding my hand and we ran from the cops together (mom and dad are so proud of their little girl at this point) with a group of my friends.  One of my friends lost her shoe in a swamp and he went back and got it for her, what a gentleman.  We ended up going to one of my friend's apartments for a little while before he walked me back to campus and we watched a movie in my dorm made out like a bunch of crazies.  Save the Last Dance may or may not have been on in the background.  The next day I had a note on my dry erase board with his #, swoon.  I called him and we ended up meeting up at a party the next night.  And yeah, I went home with him.  And yeah, I was drunk.  Get your panties out of a bunch, the craziest thing that happened was that I threw up on my own shirt and had to do the walk of shame in his tshirt. 

He's come to find my vomiting to be pretty commonplace.

Check out that eyebrow and those sideburns!

Happy Throwback Thursday!