Wildwood tomorrow! See you weenies in seven days.

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Dear Diary,

I am so totally cool right now. I wore my new pink blouse and the high tops that totally accented the white piping on the shirt. So cute. SO CUTE. Then we def. smoked a gravity bong and danced to OLDIES. I mean, oldies! Sooooo weird.

Things REALLY started getting fuzzy after we killed that bottle of Absolut in the jacuzzi.

Kyla is sleeeepy in my bed. For the first time since eighth grade.

You. You guys.

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What a ridiculous day. I love how the city keeps me distracted. Death Cab For Cutie was amazing.

I feel strung out. Where's my Special K>!?

What an exhausting weekend. Friday consisted of Sarah and Trudy, some good haze, gin and tonic and Patrick Swayzee. Saturday consisted of Bam's house, and a completely random grouping of over 90 people (including some good friends, some not-so-good friends, and some angry football players). Saturday was kind of a landmark for Ms. Kyla and myself, ( Read more... )

I'm thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images. And when we kiss, they're perfectly aligned ( Read more... )

Here's to Montrose and all oft hose Hen Hud motehrfuckers. Every one of them.

Fffnuh.