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The major issue with being in a graduate writing program is that everybody can hold their liquor more than I can. God, I'm still woozy. On the plus side, I made Anne, WHO ROCKS HARD CORE (EMPHASIS ON THE CAPITALS), go drink for drink with me. Liz, the traitor, told me that Anne can hold her liquor better than I can. I'm going to dunk Liz's hand in a bowl of warm water during the night, so she can wet her bed. Or maybe I'll put shaving cream in her palm and then tickle her nose.
I'm HARD CORE.
May I note that I can spell when I'm drunk. Yes, I'm that awesome. No wonder I'm getting a grad degree in English.
Highlight of the day: I found a 20 oz. unopened Diet Coke in the fridge.
Second Highlight: I hugged Michelle, Anne's GFF. I'm macking it. Mind you, Michelle kicks ass, except for the fact that she's mildly inept at being poked.
That made sense in my head.
Anne, will you tell Michelle I talked about her?
Most everybody allowed me to hug them drunkenly. Nico, who's from Northfield, Minnesota and doesn't know any better, told me I hug like a person in an airport. He's on a lot of cough syrup, though, so obviously he doesn't know shit. Fucking Vick's people.
I would keep posting, but I need to make friends with my boss on Myspace. God, I'm doomed. Goodbye, fancy internship at Ploughshares. But at least drunkenly friending the boss figure is worth it.
I'm HARD CORE.
May I note that I can spell when I'm drunk. Yes, I'm that awesome. No wonder I'm getting a grad degree in English.
Highlight of the day: I found a 20 oz. unopened Diet Coke in the fridge.
Second Highlight: I hugged Michelle, Anne's GFF. I'm macking it. Mind you, Michelle kicks ass, except for the fact that she's mildly inept at being poked.
That made sense in my head.
Anne, will you tell Michelle I talked about her?
Most everybody allowed me to hug them drunkenly. Nico, who's from Northfield, Minnesota and doesn't know any better, told me I hug like a person in an airport. He's on a lot of cough syrup, though, so obviously he doesn't know shit. Fucking Vick's people.
I would keep posting, but I need to make friends with my boss on Myspace. God, I'm doomed. Goodbye, fancy internship at Ploughshares. But at least drunkenly friending the boss figure is worth it.