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monday:
- san gennaro festival with kristina.
- drinky mcdrinkers at palais royale/double happiness.
- making friends with the creepy old barback there...ha.
tuesday:
- ryan pfluger loving for a hot second.
- dinner with emmy.
- heartbreak of my life. it happens.
wednesday:
- dinner with kristina.
- a lot of moping and you know, all that ish.
thursday:
- mets vs. marlins @ shea stadium with sarah, ang and parker.
- i sat next to an appalachian yeti. i swear.
- i made parker his own special TRL sized sign (on one side it read go mets! and on the flipside it read parker the skidmarker, imma fart in your mouth).
- the mets lost, but that's ok. they've made division already. plus our seats were amazing and free (thanks sarah's company with the name that i couldn't pronounce).
friday:
- dentist. ow.
- dinner with la mere et el pere.
- shimmys, shakes and beers at the annex with kristina and emmy.
- disgusting late night treats at union square.
- passing out on the most uncomfortable armchair in the world while watching south park with matt passed out on the futon.
- drunk dials and texts from a very annihilated nick from 4:45am til around 6:00am re: africa, getting lost, stoned africans, african cars that apparently can shoot flames.
- i finally agree to play pac man with him if he makes me mac and cheese.
saturday:
- nick gets me from the 24 hour corner store around 6:15am. ugh.
- instead of making mac and cheese, he buys us bagels instead. fair enough.
- instead of playing pac man, we watched loads of razor ramon hard gay clips. i haven't laughed so hard in well, i can't remember how long.
- we are noisy children. nocturnal too.
- we wake up around 6pm. i missed my mom's birthday. yikes.
- we eat pasta. his was better than mine.
- i sleep some more at home. thomas j calls me "sloth of the year."
- jiselle and i bail on one another because we're both slothy i guess.
sunday:
- tried to watch the science of sleep. alas, sold out.
- dinner instead with kristina and brian.
- lazy lazy lazy.
- dreading work tomorrow so bad that i want to vomit on you right about now.
- i'm going to listen to the new paris hilton single because it's damn catchy.
- the end.
- san gennaro festival with kristina.
- drinky mcdrinkers at palais royale/double happiness.
- making friends with the creepy old barback there...ha.
tuesday:
- ryan pfluger loving for a hot second.
- dinner with emmy.
- heartbreak of my life. it happens.
wednesday:
- dinner with kristina.
- a lot of moping and you know, all that ish.
thursday:
- mets vs. marlins @ shea stadium with sarah, ang and parker.
- i sat next to an appalachian yeti. i swear.
- i made parker his own special TRL sized sign (on one side it read go mets! and on the flipside it read parker the skidmarker, imma fart in your mouth).
- the mets lost, but that's ok. they've made division already. plus our seats were amazing and free (thanks sarah's company with the name that i couldn't pronounce).
friday:
- dentist. ow.
- dinner with la mere et el pere.
- shimmys, shakes and beers at the annex with kristina and emmy.
- disgusting late night treats at union square.
- passing out on the most uncomfortable armchair in the world while watching south park with matt passed out on the futon.
- drunk dials and texts from a very annihilated nick from 4:45am til around 6:00am re: africa, getting lost, stoned africans, african cars that apparently can shoot flames.
- i finally agree to play pac man with him if he makes me mac and cheese.
saturday:
- nick gets me from the 24 hour corner store around 6:15am. ugh.
- instead of making mac and cheese, he buys us bagels instead. fair enough.
- instead of playing pac man, we watched loads of razor ramon hard gay clips. i haven't laughed so hard in well, i can't remember how long.
- we are noisy children. nocturnal too.
- we wake up around 6pm. i missed my mom's birthday. yikes.
- we eat pasta. his was better than mine.
- i sleep some more at home. thomas j calls me "sloth of the year."
- jiselle and i bail on one another because we're both slothy i guess.
sunday:
- tried to watch the science of sleep. alas, sold out.
- dinner instead with kristina and brian.
- lazy lazy lazy.
- dreading work tomorrow so bad that i want to vomit on you right about now.
- i'm going to listen to the new paris hilton single because it's damn catchy.
- the end.