Jan 01, 2009 09:00
Ah fuck.
I hate it when the answers to the questions "How much of this vomit is my own?" and "how did I get home?" are total mysteries.
I think I made the best toast of the night yesterday. "Thank god that's over! Shit!"
Anyway: fuck.
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apparently i don't need an account to leave you comments.
an interesting discovery, indeed.
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What started in ninth grade ended up stagnating :( I donno why either.
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