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First off, I want to show off my haircut in a picture that Kate took of me last night, which I think I look pretty good in.
So...that's the 'do. I am mod no more. So far, no one has known who the hell I am.
Anyway, there was a DP last night and it was awesome. Seriously, you guys, everyone should come to a DP (though not too many, so it doesn't get crowded), whether they drink or not. They're sooo good. You have no idea. They're...I don't know. Not quite as good as the YPI dances, maybe? But completely different. Yeah.
And then today I went into the city with Marissa and I met her dad. He was really nice. He took us to this Scottish (I think)-type place right near Penn station. I got a turkey pot pie, but it wasn't a pie so much a bowl thing full of the filling with a pie-top sitting on it. It was good though. Then her dad went back to Long Island, and we went to hang out in the Park. But we were both tired, so we just lay on a rock, and we took about forty pictures of us, and I looked good in mmmmaybe three of them (which is why pictures like the above one are so impressive). It was really nice. I just...love this girl so much. I'm sorry. I don't say it enough. I don't at all. She's so fucking good to me; she's been there for me every day for the past six months and change. I just wish I could give her any amount of what she's given me
And I might be going to stay at her house in Island Park next weekend! That'd be crazy, right? Anyway, here's to Marissa.
Now...I gotta do my taxes. I know, I know...
So...that's the 'do. I am mod no more. So far, no one has known who the hell I am.
Anyway, there was a DP last night and it was awesome. Seriously, you guys, everyone should come to a DP (though not too many, so it doesn't get crowded), whether they drink or not. They're sooo good. You have no idea. They're...I don't know. Not quite as good as the YPI dances, maybe? But completely different. Yeah.
And then today I went into the city with Marissa and I met her dad. He was really nice. He took us to this Scottish (I think)-type place right near Penn station. I got a turkey pot pie, but it wasn't a pie so much a bowl thing full of the filling with a pie-top sitting on it. It was good though. Then her dad went back to Long Island, and we went to hang out in the Park. But we were both tired, so we just lay on a rock, and we took about forty pictures of us, and I looked good in mmmmaybe three of them (which is why pictures like the above one are so impressive). It was really nice. I just...love this girl so much. I'm sorry. I don't say it enough. I don't at all. She's so fucking good to me; she's been there for me every day for the past six months and change. I just wish I could give her any amount of what she's given me
And I might be going to stay at her house in Island Park next weekend! That'd be crazy, right? Anyway, here's to Marissa.
Now...I gotta do my taxes. I know, I know...