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My yoga mat's name is Percy. He smells like plastic, but I love him regardless. He doesn't get mad when I fall asleep on him, and I can walk all over him without consequence. He supports me when I need him, and never lets me slip. Good ol' Percy.
I think Allie is right; non-NYU boys might be the way to go. Maybe I am just picking all of the terrible guys. IdiotStick can't seem get his shit together, although I can't say I blame him. I pretty much just hate myself at this point. For putting up with it, for encouraging it, for liking him despite his "confusion." Blah. On the bright side, Bathroom Boy has finally stopped calling me (amen!). Let's just say I learned a very important lesson. That will not be happening again. My attempts to spite IdiotStick had some pretty crappy ramifications. Damn you, Karma!
I want to take a brief moment to send some love to my friends. I like to think that I send it on a regular basis, but JUST IN CASE, here it is: I would be lost without you all. Last night, long after the party was over, Brown wifey and I were lying in our beds, chatting away. We started talking about friends, and she told me that she would be happy just having me by her side the rest of her life. She had to take a perfectly cynical moment and ruin it by making me cry. Bitch.
So, while Amanda started the trend, I want to continue the chain by passing it to everyone who reads this. To all of my friends- you mean the world and a half to me. I love you all, not only for enriching my life, but for putting up with the vast array of crap I can dish out. I would be nothing without you.
Ok, enough sap. I'm going to go dream about complex carbs and falsified trips to Spain. And Patrick Dempsey.
I think Allie is right; non-NYU boys might be the way to go. Maybe I am just picking all of the terrible guys. IdiotStick can't seem get his shit together, although I can't say I blame him. I pretty much just hate myself at this point. For putting up with it, for encouraging it, for liking him despite his "confusion." Blah. On the bright side, Bathroom Boy has finally stopped calling me (amen!). Let's just say I learned a very important lesson. That will not be happening again. My attempts to spite IdiotStick had some pretty crappy ramifications. Damn you, Karma!
I want to take a brief moment to send some love to my friends. I like to think that I send it on a regular basis, but JUST IN CASE, here it is: I would be lost without you all. Last night, long after the party was over, Brown wifey and I were lying in our beds, chatting away. We started talking about friends, and she told me that she would be happy just having me by her side the rest of her life. She had to take a perfectly cynical moment and ruin it by making me cry. Bitch.
So, while Amanda started the trend, I want to continue the chain by passing it to everyone who reads this. To all of my friends- you mean the world and a half to me. I love you all, not only for enriching my life, but for putting up with the vast array of crap I can dish out. I would be nothing without you.
Ok, enough sap. I'm going to go dream about complex carbs and falsified trips to Spain. And Patrick Dempsey.