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The halloween party was fucking great. I fucking rocked Meg Griffin but there were lots of other awesome costumes too. There was a nipple pasty mermaid (continuing the tradition of boobs at the halloween party), and roger told me he was wearing a cockring. Our kitchen was so packed you had to push your way through (kitchen always seems to be a primo hangout spot) , and many a shot were pounded. I like our parties, lots of groups of people that might not hang out otherwise; but still socialize and intermingle anyway. Some neighbors came by, so now we have some more aquaintences in the hood. I was continuously amazed by how many people knew each other in some kind of convoluted way. For example, Adas's roommate plays soccer with the dude who lives five houses down and only came because the party was on myspace. Shit like that. Hookups happened, fights didn't, and only one shotglass suffered (silly drunken nathan). I've missed having parties.
On Lexapro again.
On Lexapro again.