“The thing is, Cliff, I never did care much for Paris.”
A night where gulping beer and sipping liquor did not count as drinking.
A morning of holding a friend’s hand and rubbing their back as they gagged away the previous night.
A night of discovering Life is a Cabaret old chum, and that Soze is some kind of butcher-a pitiless, psycho, fucked-up butcher.
A morning of deciding I was going to straighten my act and begin to crack down and study.
An afternoon of two movies, popcorn and a friend followed by a Pesach dinner* and the continuing lack of homework doing.
*You know you are at the Wolters when it includes praying over box wine, chomping on tofu and arguing over the filibuster.
and though I am going to have no social life and only ap study from now on, anyone going to the Comalilies in two Fridays?
A morning of holding a friend’s hand and rubbing their back as they gagged away the previous night.
A night of discovering Life is a Cabaret old chum, and that Soze is some kind of butcher-a pitiless, psycho, fucked-up butcher.
A morning of deciding I was going to straighten my act and begin to crack down and study.
An afternoon of two movies, popcorn and a friend followed by a Pesach dinner* and the continuing lack of homework doing.
*You know you are at the Wolters when it includes praying over box wine, chomping on tofu and arguing over the filibuster.
and though I am going to have no social life and only ap study from now on, anyone going to the Comalilies in two Fridays?