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last night joe, amanda, and i went into boston to see owen (from american football/joan of arc) and i can make a mess like nobody's business(with the guy from the early november). it was a good show but we had to leave before the end of it because our stomach's were digesting themselves. we ended up going to spike's at like 11 and i ate 2 big ass hotdogs and i still regret it right now because: a. for all of today my burp's have tasted like hotdog, which is by far the grossest burp taste EVER, b. i didn't eat anything until like 5pm today cause i wasn't hungry because the hotdog is STILL INSIDE OF ME, c. when i woke up this morning i felt like i got hit by a large motor vehicle, and d. i think the hotdog was oozing out of my pores this morning.
after that we went to see ben's new apartment, which is incredible. elliot the cat has gotten so big and pretty.
i'm wicked anticipating tomorrow because we're gonna play lazer tag and build the best fort in the history of the universe.