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Sleeping at Mark Clark's house WAS A GROSS, TRAUMATIZING EXPERIENCE. Besides the fact that his room resembles a rotten garbage truck, and his defected bed -- aka DEATH -- had sharp objects underneath, I no longer have the desire to speak to him for MONTHS. Dude, you're gross ( Read more... ) -
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My detachment to the educational processes is overwhelming. Of course, being knowledgeable is considered "best; however there are many people who can remember facts, memorize textbook lines, but cannot survive in a city setting. We sit lonelily in individual islands of desks staring at dusty chalkboards, reviewing covered-up history -- how is this ( Read more... ) -
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So when SPENCER entered the room 2 hours into the party and seated himself next to me, the game was ON. As he talked to Enzo, a young drunk sitting behind us who was disappointing FAILED to have a threesome that night (with my friend's roommate!), I kept making side comments here and there. BECAUSE I WASN'T DRUNK. Anyway, I am thankful for Spencer ( Read more... ) -
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I saw my best friend over Spring Break in Los Angeles, California where she attends school (technically it's in Hollywood, but LA is where she lives). Accompanying the trip with me is my traveling partner, Manny. How amazing is this? At the end of the week, we sat holding hand during the car ride to the airpot crying because of the good-bye's. I ( Read more... ) -
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falling asleep on a cold white leather couch ( Read more... )
