Bless you, readers. Bleaders.

Thursday, May 13, 2004


The party fucking rocked. I LOVE everyone in my FIG. Even people I hardly ever talked to as a freshman. Those especially need to hear it, actually, because I always felt like the people who shared my interests thought I was a total square. That's the image I always project. I promise I love sex and drugs and rock and roll just as much as the next guy! And as I'm somewhat intoxicated, I'll stop this post before I say something I regret.


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