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i cant tell if this is forwards or backwards. last night was like something from anna's high school fantasies about how college would be. revelry spelled out in beer and collective nudity (well, toplessness, because the fantasy only goes so far). it was dark in there, but i felt like i looked like fiona apple: small, perky tits, big lips. i have been losing weight without effort.
i found out from a source that he's been with this other girl all along, except he doesn't really like her. i don't know.
i hate architecture, i hate the term "local" to describe art styles, i hate the term "cultural center". i'd rather talk about the museum of shrunken heads, which i'm still not sure ever existed. my dad said it was on the top floor of the library at the harvard school of public health. i think my father enjoyed having children more thoroughly than my mother. i dont feel i deserve a vacation after such a limp semester, but i've learned to take what i can get.
i found out from a source that he's been with this other girl all along, except he doesn't really like her. i don't know.
i hate architecture, i hate the term "local" to describe art styles, i hate the term "cultural center". i'd rather talk about the museum of shrunken heads, which i'm still not sure ever existed. my dad said it was on the top floor of the library at the harvard school of public health. i think my father enjoyed having children more thoroughly than my mother. i dont feel i deserve a vacation after such a limp semester, but i've learned to take what i can get.