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i'm sad because my keyboard has a thing on it that says "WARNING! To reduce risk of serious injury to hands, wrists, or other joints, read Safety & Comfort Guide" and I was just about to bash someone's joints apart with it.
kind of feel like i've been in a little bubble of self a lot lately. less so than normal of an I-Hate-Everyone-Else bubble, more of an I'm-Going-To-Be-Meditative-And-Take-Care-Of-Myself-A-Bit bubble. it's alright. a little lonesome but then so is being social most of the time, so that's okay. after a week or two of non-stop eating and lying around, i've been like almost sort of pseudo-healthifying myself. it's kinda nice.
that is, up until last night because since all that business i think my insides have been screaming for their mother...
because last night i hung out with victor and nick benson and angela and jeremy and matt white. we got angela's mommy to buy us a bottle of jack daniels and then had a super wacky naked party in the basement. we played strip-never-have-i-ever which i lost, or won, or whichever one means being naked and fingerless first. then we played twister. then we played truth or dare. i made victor make out with jeremy. they made me suck angela's tit. me and matt fought each other in our underwear in the front yard and i totally lost. good times.
admiral benson is definitely one of my favorite people, ever.
so is raff. i spent the night at the greenbrides' with him and matt a few days ago 'cause matt was housesitting. greg souvorin and julie lambert came over and we played mario party for hours and hours. mario party is totally fly. greg gets really into it. his favorite mini-game is pushy penguins...
"tuxedos don't belong on birds
these are my anger words"
-benson
so anyway. life is good, i think.
kind of feel like i've been in a little bubble of self a lot lately. less so than normal of an I-Hate-Everyone-Else bubble, more of an I'm-Going-To-Be-Meditative-And-Take-Care-Of-Myself-A-Bit bubble. it's alright. a little lonesome but then so is being social most of the time, so that's okay. after a week or two of non-stop eating and lying around, i've been like almost sort of pseudo-healthifying myself. it's kinda nice.
that is, up until last night because since all that business i think my insides have been screaming for their mother...
because last night i hung out with victor and nick benson and angela and jeremy and matt white. we got angela's mommy to buy us a bottle of jack daniels and then had a super wacky naked party in the basement. we played strip-never-have-i-ever which i lost, or won, or whichever one means being naked and fingerless first. then we played twister. then we played truth or dare. i made victor make out with jeremy. they made me suck angela's tit. me and matt fought each other in our underwear in the front yard and i totally lost. good times.
admiral benson is definitely one of my favorite people, ever.
so is raff. i spent the night at the greenbrides' with him and matt a few days ago 'cause matt was housesitting. greg souvorin and julie lambert came over and we played mario party for hours and hours. mario party is totally fly. greg gets really into it. his favorite mini-game is pushy penguins...
"tuxedos don't belong on birds
these are my anger words"
-benson
so anyway. life is good, i think.