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so apparently i went out on a date last night. i can't really delineate between a date and a "good- time", but i'm fairly positive this was the former. she baught my wine, and in my ocd inebriation i insisted i'd pay her back...she kind of cackled, and then proceeded to offer me more money. i'm no 'kept-girl', so i made up some excuse on why i can't help her edit her PhD thesis (bio major, no writing/communication skillz). this will suffice, until i give in and decide i'd much rather be learning about 16th century spanish literature and colonial history than studying for the MCAT..
ai, vida mia.
ai, vida mia.