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st valentine wrap-up
the vomit party was bien bravo. themed parties=love. it was late, so that everyone could get some hot valentine's action first (mine included talking to meghan and shawna online, and buying startburst). we ate chilli and grapes, wore puke colored clothing (I was stunning in a green print skirt with a cute bow, huge orange earrings, and a pink shirt that I painted to say "real girls don't like roses" and orange and purple sandles) we watched porn and played six degrees of every actor we could think of. I rocked the steve buscemi round hardcore. (god, the porn was so so dumb)
upon retournee chez moi, cory and brandon (her new beau) were grilling in the walkway. which was cute, but they have not yet learned the awesome power of restraint--with the lighter fluid. it smelled like they were trying to get a rhinoceros high off that shit. Thank god for my scarf, otherwise I would have been exposed to unfiltered death.
but before all this I was doing research for a date meghan will never have.