I don't know about y'all, but I am mad excited (to reiterate: MAD EXCITED!) about seeing the Project Runway final four's collections all over the internetz tomorrow afternoon.
Just wanted to say that Joel is better than blueberry pancakes and that nights with my favorite people in the Quality Inn hot tub need to happen far more often in the future. Screw Caffe Mokka, that shit costs hella duckets
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Despite the shit that happened today, it's still a great lift when the butch mail carrier hits on you and flirts for like five minutes in your doorstep.
Uh, fucking fantastic The abdn is great, John Drake is one of the most delightful people I've ever met (when he's not PMSing) and the following band, Red Yellow, was exactly what I needed. A very un-Harvard evening.