I hate to admitt it. . . but I think I've outgrown sneaking out. Between the end of freshman year and the start of senior year, I loved sneaking out. I'd sneak out to get food. I'd sneak out to see Dave (once or twice or so.) I'd sneak out to drink. I'd sneak out to run. I'd sneak out for no reason at all, walk around and come home three hours
(
Read more... )