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Thursday: it was amazing falling asleep in his arms again.
Friday: Brunch was lovely. My family is lovely. Hung out with my mom, we've become much closer, I feel like I can tell her almost anything. I love my friends. I don't know if the night could have been much better. It felt so good, thrashing around. I though of you the whole time. I hate you. I finally understand it now, and god it felt so good. Basketball was awesome afterwords, we played till almost 3 in the morn. My body hurts like a motherfucker though. I almost even have a black eye.
Today: one of the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen, even if Ben got over it quickly. The Stones were fucking awesome. I snuck down to the floor, about fourty feet from stage, five from the catwalk thingy. There were a bunch of 30 somthing yuppie males who let me pretend I was sitting with them...they kept giving me beer. One of them kept trying to dance with me. What fools. There was a stupid sleezy woman who almost got me kicked out cause she snuck in too....eh not worth explaining the story on here. But I bitched her out and kept burping on her. If she had continued to be as bad as she had previously been pre-bitching, I had plans to scare her away with my armpits somehow. Too bad it never happened.
Now I'm slightly drunk and sore and extremeley happy and I wish I still lived here, the East Bay fucking rocks shit. I'm glad I finally get to appreciate it.
Friday: Brunch was lovely. My family is lovely. Hung out with my mom, we've become much closer, I feel like I can tell her almost anything. I love my friends. I don't know if the night could have been much better. It felt so good, thrashing around. I though of you the whole time. I hate you. I finally understand it now, and god it felt so good. Basketball was awesome afterwords, we played till almost 3 in the morn. My body hurts like a motherfucker though. I almost even have a black eye.
Today: one of the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen, even if Ben got over it quickly. The Stones were fucking awesome. I snuck down to the floor, about fourty feet from stage, five from the catwalk thingy. There were a bunch of 30 somthing yuppie males who let me pretend I was sitting with them...they kept giving me beer. One of them kept trying to dance with me. What fools. There was a stupid sleezy woman who almost got me kicked out cause she snuck in too....eh not worth explaining the story on here. But I bitched her out and kept burping on her. If she had continued to be as bad as she had previously been pre-bitching, I had plans to scare her away with my armpits somehow. Too bad it never happened.
Now I'm slightly drunk and sore and extremeley happy and I wish I still lived here, the East Bay fucking rocks shit. I'm glad I finally get to appreciate it.