Love is all, love is you.

I don't know if it was the stuffed shells, the antidepressants or the long island iced tea, but I just vomited, like, a lake of fire.

i'm not feeling very well this afternoon. i think it's a combination of last night's sleeping pill and my usual medications. my head is full of steam or something. also, i think wellbutrin gives me cottonmouth.

i love to see your face and hear your voice in the morning. it feels like my favorite blanket wrapped around me, or like central air after the hot sun.

I'm still drunk from last night, and I just wanna go sleep next to the beautiful girl in our bed.

i am so fucking hot for you.

and for the record, you?

are a babe.

oh my god.

all of our parents know, don't they?!?!

i just realized.

Also my paid account expires next week. Anyone want to sponsor me? Or will Household Bank be footing the bill again this year?

I thought a good way to gauge whether I really am a fucking dyke was to pose myself this question: Would I choose a chick, or two guys at once?

After a moment, I wondered if I could pick a girl and a guy instead. And why I hadn't thought of that possibility in the first place.

Here's to friends.


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