One More Year

The random ramblings of a woman in her last year before real life...

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Sweeet

Oh so I retain my beer-pong title, recruited as a partner, we killed in three straight games, and I managed to get ridiculously drunk for $13, which is always a good idea.

Just the night I was looking for, as Mike and I debated the finer points of beauty and sexuality. I honestly feel like he sees me, and as much as the walks home are sweet, I know I can take myself, which is even more empowering than winning at beer pong.

Beautiful as Ian and I have found a new level, and are now some amazing low-key drinking buddies. I cannot wait for my next phone call. Thank God I am no longer refusing any invitations.

As I have said numerous times: the worst that can happen is that you have a story to tell.

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