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What a few weeks.
They have been filled with lovely friends, and ice cream sundaes & pie dates, and flicking cigarette ash into discarded creamer containers, and searching for a used car (which is going terribly), and being a lush and dancing at the gay bar, and talking shit with my favorite Victoria about stupid sluts (and boring boys), and stumbling home only to fall asleep in my tights and skirt, and drunk dialing back a certain dude who *FINALLY* called (3 weeks too late).
Yeah, life is busy...and I still have a cold which is kind of shitty, and I'm still hoofing it everywhere, which is nice when you're sort of tipsy and the cold walk home sobers you up (slightly).
They have been filled with lovely friends, and ice cream sundaes & pie dates, and flicking cigarette ash into discarded creamer containers, and searching for a used car (which is going terribly), and being a lush and dancing at the gay bar, and talking shit with my favorite Victoria about stupid sluts (and boring boys), and stumbling home only to fall asleep in my tights and skirt, and drunk dialing back a certain dude who *FINALLY* called (3 weeks too late).
Yeah, life is busy...and I still have a cold which is kind of shitty, and I'm still hoofing it everywhere, which is nice when you're sort of tipsy and the cold walk home sobers you up (slightly).