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This is what my brain saw when I opened my eyes.
This is my roommate when she gets mad because I keep running, and because Dave keeps turning the music up.
These are the girls that I want to be my girlfriends.
What?
Dave is like Nelly with his Mach 3 razor cut.
I can't see straight but the two of you look awfully pretty.
Who took this picture?
It sucks when you find out through other people that you're so much more fucked up than you ever thought you were and there isn't anything you can do about it because you don't realize that it happens. You aren't supposed to know what that means.
It sucks that all of this had to end because I'm damaged, it sucks that things will never be the same between us, because we know what we know and we've done what we've done.
But on the other hand -- if you take out the last 2 hours of last night I had a fucking blast.
Andreapukeface is a movie star AND my friend,
my brother Zachary wouldn't sneak out for me,
Kate Co$tea is cute as hell,
and I wish I wouldn't have drank so much.
Actually, I am happy I drank so much. I am very fucking sore from running around the parking lot with no shoes so that Angie would chase after me.
I KNEW someone fucked on the bathroom counter.
Man,
I take back any previous thoughts about last night.
I had a mother fucking blast.
Onaway will be so much fun.
I can't wait!
If any of you want to go with me and have nothing to do Thursday at 4 pm through Monday night, I would love your company. It involves lots of drinking and hopefully lots of drugs, too.