When I walk out into my common room at 1:45AM on a Sunday night and the first thing I notice is the distinctly strong smell of what the guys down the hall are smoking (for, indeed, I followed the scent as it grew ever stronger down the hall and to a closed door from which moderately-volumed music seemed to emanate) I have only two thoughts. 1, who the hell smokes that much on a Sunday night? 2, how is it that none of these people ever seem to get caught?
Thus goes it.
And now I will nap. SOOOOOO tired. Bye now.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Cut It Out
February 2nd, I'll arrive at Missouri Baptist hospital at 5:30am and check in on the second floor of the main building for my 7:30am surgery.
LEEP - Loop Electrosurgical Excision Procedure
LEEP uses a thin wire loop electrode which is attached to an electrosurgical generator. The generator transmits an electrical current that quickly cuts away the affected cervical tissue in the immediate area of the loop wire. This causes the abnormal cells to rapidly heat and burst, and separates the tissue as the loop wire moves through the cervix.
It's this or risk developing cervical cancer. Yeah... as if that's a choice.
LEEP - Loop Electrosurgical Excision Procedure
LEEP uses a thin wire loop electrode which is attached to an electrosurgical generator. The generator transmits an electrical current that quickly cuts away the affected cervical tissue in the immediate area of the loop wire. This causes the abnormal cells to rapidly heat and burst, and separates the tissue as the loop wire moves through the cervix.
It's this or risk developing cervical cancer. Yeah... as if that's a choice.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
frequency modulation
Don't pay attention to the title. It's just the term currently stuck in my head. I think I liked it better when I had "plenary remission" stuck in my head, tho.
I don't really have time to post. The ball that is the show I'm stage managing is starting to roll and if I'm not well balanced, it might roll right over me.
Just wanted to put something out there.
Hm... my mom might be starting chemo soon. Oy. All prayers and/or vibes of good will are welcome.
Good luck in this new year, all.
I don't really have time to post. The ball that is the show I'm stage managing is starting to roll and if I'm not well balanced, it might roll right over me.
Just wanted to put something out there.
Hm... my mom might be starting chemo soon. Oy. All prayers and/or vibes of good will are welcome.
Good luck in this new year, all.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Going Home in A Matter of Hours
I don't remember the last time I slept more than three hours at a time. I haven't had a night's sleep in days. Only three hour naps (if that).
But really, the point of this post is to share one thing with you all. In reviewing my final score for social pysch (90.01%) as listed in Telesis by my student ID number, I noticed something very strange. One student, let's call this person 389828, ended up with a final score of 101.25%. That's right, my friends, one and a quarter percentage points higher than perfect.
Such people should be shot.
But really, the point of this post is to share one thing with you all. In reviewing my final score for social pysch (90.01%) as listed in Telesis by my student ID number, I noticed something very strange. One student, let's call this person 389828, ended up with a final score of 101.25%. That's right, my friends, one and a quarter percentage points higher than perfect.
Such people should be shot.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Sure, Call It An Adventure
Day: Sunday
Time: 5:00 ish
Goal: Buy some food to last me until friday and a string of 100 twinkle lights
Main Conflict: I left my wallet on the Metro bus when I got off at Wal-Mart and did not realized this until I tried to pay for the stuff I was getting. Luckily Aarthi was there to cover the cost.
The Adventure: First thing I do is call my Dad to tell him what happened and ask him what I need to do about the fact that my debit card was in my wallet, and what to do about ID when I go to the airport on friday because my driver's license was also in there.
Etc.
Me and Aarthi hop on the next Red line and tell the driver that I left my wallet on the bus earlier. Luckily she lets me ride sans payment and contacts the other drivers, telling them to be on the lookout for my wallet. Pink. Says Washingtom University on it. Couple minutes later we hear back that some passenger had turned in a wallet to one of the drivers and he was taking it to the lost and found at the Metro garage at the end of his shift.
Fact about me: I HATE having something unresolved looming over my thoughts. As such, I was going to the garage that night to get my wallet back. At this point it's around 7.
So, we take the Red line to the stop next to the Delmar metrolink stop (which is kinda sketchy, but that's another story). Then we wait for a few minutes and catch the 91 to DeBaliviere, where the garage is.
We go in, I get my wallet from the lost and found, and I ask the guy what's the best way to get back to WashU. At this point the driver who just dropped us off comes in and has my phone. Evidently I'd left it on the bus. So I sorta fail at life. He offers to drive us back to the Delmar stop.
So we get there, Wal-Mart bags still in tow, and decide we're tired of the busses. We head down to the link stop, figure out we need to get to the Forest Park station then switch to the Shrewsberry train to get to Big Bend.
It must have been after 8 when we got home, but we were alive and nothing was missing from my wallet, so huzzah, yeah?
Time: 5:00 ish
Goal: Buy some food to last me until friday and a string of 100 twinkle lights
Main Conflict: I left my wallet on the Metro bus when I got off at Wal-Mart and did not realized this until I tried to pay for the stuff I was getting. Luckily Aarthi was there to cover the cost.
The Adventure: First thing I do is call my Dad to tell him what happened and ask him what I need to do about the fact that my debit card was in my wallet, and what to do about ID when I go to the airport on friday because my driver's license was also in there.
Etc.
Me and Aarthi hop on the next Red line and tell the driver that I left my wallet on the bus earlier. Luckily she lets me ride sans payment and contacts the other drivers, telling them to be on the lookout for my wallet. Pink. Says Washingtom University on it. Couple minutes later we hear back that some passenger had turned in a wallet to one of the drivers and he was taking it to the lost and found at the Metro garage at the end of his shift.
Fact about me: I HATE having something unresolved looming over my thoughts. As such, I was going to the garage that night to get my wallet back. At this point it's around 7.
So, we take the Red line to the stop next to the Delmar metrolink stop (which is kinda sketchy, but that's another story). Then we wait for a few minutes and catch the 91 to DeBaliviere, where the garage is.
We go in, I get my wallet from the lost and found, and I ask the guy what's the best way to get back to WashU. At this point the driver who just dropped us off comes in and has my phone. Evidently I'd left it on the bus. So I sorta fail at life. He offers to drive us back to the Delmar stop.
So we get there, Wal-Mart bags still in tow, and decide we're tired of the busses. We head down to the link stop, figure out we need to get to the Forest Park station then switch to the Shrewsberry train to get to Big Bend.
It must have been after 8 when we got home, but we were alive and nothing was missing from my wallet, so huzzah, yeah?
Thursday, December 14, 2006
95.5 Gems Per Minute
95.5 gems per minute.
95.5 GEMS PER MINTUE
It's 2:30 in the morning and I need to finish up a paper and maybe catch a bit of sleep and evidently I'm more concerned with the fact that I just finished a game of Bejeweled in which I had an average clearance rate of 95.5 gems per minute.
Go figure.
95.5 GEMS PER MINTUE
It's 2:30 in the morning and I need to finish up a paper and maybe catch a bit of sleep and evidently I'm more concerned with the fact that I just finished a game of Bejeweled in which I had an average clearance rate of 95.5 gems per minute.
Go figure.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Short Sleeves
What the f*ck? It's 60 degrees outside. People are walking around in short sleeves. It feels like spring. IT'S DECEMBER, PEOPLE!! A week ago it was 15 out, something like 6 with wind chill. And now?
Ugh...
Anyway, in life news: I don't know that I've mentioned this, but I'm stage managing a play that is going into rehearsal as soon as winter break is over. So that's great. Had a read thru this morning and all seems to be going well. I'm a little weirded that I'm going to have to organize and be in charge of production meetings... but I'm sure I'll be fine once I get my feet wet. The funny thing I've found with my personality is that I very rarely take power, but then when it's given to me, I pretty much like running with it.
Other news: Partied. Slept. Hung out. Slept. Now I have to get down to work. A, so I can pass everything. B, so I can party some more before I'm back at home again. I love being near my parents. Really. And seeing other family members. But come on... how can I love going back to Conroe after living in St. Louis? It makes me miss Houston.
Well, I'm gonna go bury my watch in a drawer (the ticking is driving me nuts) and then work on my final World Cinema paper. Speaking of which, that class didn't turn out to be as aimless as I feared. I wouldn't tell someone to go out of their way to take it. Hell no. But I wouldn't stop them either.
Bonne Chance, mes amis!
Ugh...
Anyway, in life news: I don't know that I've mentioned this, but I'm stage managing a play that is going into rehearsal as soon as winter break is over. So that's great. Had a read thru this morning and all seems to be going well. I'm a little weirded that I'm going to have to organize and be in charge of production meetings... but I'm sure I'll be fine once I get my feet wet. The funny thing I've found with my personality is that I very rarely take power, but then when it's given to me, I pretty much like running with it.
Other news: Partied. Slept. Hung out. Slept. Now I have to get down to work. A, so I can pass everything. B, so I can party some more before I'm back at home again. I love being near my parents. Really. And seeing other family members. But come on... how can I love going back to Conroe after living in St. Louis? It makes me miss Houston.
Well, I'm gonna go bury my watch in a drawer (the ticking is driving me nuts) and then work on my final World Cinema paper. Speaking of which, that class didn't turn out to be as aimless as I feared. I wouldn't tell someone to go out of their way to take it. Hell no. But I wouldn't stop them either.
Bonne Chance, mes amis!
Monday, December 11, 2006
28 Days
So what's with the idea that a woman's cycle is supposed to be 28 days? A length of time which happens to correspond to an even 4 weeks? I know my natural cycle can be anywhere from around 30 to full 43 days. And what of it? It's never caused me any problems.
However, those days are no more. Starting very soon I will be hormonally regulated. A crisp 28 day routine mapped out in neat rows of pink and white. Mapped to the hour. God forbid you miss a dose. I feel anxious about such a thing, to take a purposeful, external hand to my natural state. I fear what it could end up doing to my body. And yet, the dangers of continuing to refuse this safety net now worry me even more. I can no longer take such a risk.
Oy, I'm so dramatic.
However, those days are no more. Starting very soon I will be hormonally regulated. A crisp 28 day routine mapped out in neat rows of pink and white. Mapped to the hour. God forbid you miss a dose. I feel anxious about such a thing, to take a purposeful, external hand to my natural state. I fear what it could end up doing to my body. And yet, the dangers of continuing to refuse this safety net now worry me even more. I can no longer take such a risk.
Oy, I'm so dramatic.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Random Call of the Month
And the award for most random call of the month goes to...
(drum roll please)
Greg Galloway!!! *thunderous applause*
...
But seriously? What??
(drum roll please)
Greg Galloway!!! *thunderous applause*
...
But seriously? What??
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Dreams
My dreams have been kind of violent lately, and all the violence has been against me. And it's not even the, "Oh crap I'm fighting this huge monster like in Zelda" kind of violence (which I've dreamed in the past). But more of, "Holy sh!t, this person wants to beat me down just becasue they know they can" kind of violence.
These dreams are filled with people I know. They are people from my life but, in the dream, are playing other roles, which is always interesting. Those people never act violently against me, but they do stand by and watch it happen, sometimes with sickeningly sympathetic looks on their faces.
The other noteworthy thing about these dreams is that my age and sex seems to be subject to change at any time. It's a little different.
These dreams are filled with people I know. They are people from my life but, in the dream, are playing other roles, which is always interesting. Those people never act violently against me, but they do stand by and watch it happen, sometimes with sickeningly sympathetic looks on their faces.
The other noteworthy thing about these dreams is that my age and sex seems to be subject to change at any time. It's a little different.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
The Tastiest Fundraiser Ever
You like to help people. You like eating ice cream. You want to escape from campus and finals preparation.
You know at least one of these is true. So, Read this!!
Thursday, November 30th
7-10pm
Ben & Jerry’s will donate
20% of all sales
To the ALA
Ben & Jerry’s is on the Delmar Loop at
6380 Delmar Blvd
University City, MO 36130
(Just West of the Tivoli Theatre)
Check out the Facebook event page at
This Cool Link Here
For more information please contact us in one of the following ways:
Website:
AltLife.wustl.edu
E-Mail:
AltLife@sugroups.wustl.edu
AIM: WashUAltLife
You know at least one of these is true. So, Read this!!
Thursday, November 30th
7-10pm
Ben & Jerry’s will donate
20% of all sales
To the ALA
Ben & Jerry’s is on the Delmar Loop at
6380 Delmar Blvd
University City, MO 36130
(Just West of the Tivoli Theatre)
Check out the Facebook event page at
This Cool Link Here
For more information please contact us in one of the following ways:
Website:
AltLife.wustl.edu
E-Mail:
AltLife@sugroups.wustl.edu
AIM: WashUAltLife
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Balls of Fluff and Silence
Monday, November 20
Location: Wal-Mart
Row upon row of balls of fluff. Twisted fibers wrapped around themselves and appearing in every color imaginable. They are given names like Berry, Midnight, Barely Pink, and Garnet. The final choice, however, comes down to touch. Only the softest will do for this project. Baby Clouds
Tuesday, November 21
Location: WashU
The other students slowly sift away, returning to their respective homes, families, and celebrations. She feels for a moment as if she has been left behind, forgotten. She sits on the edge of her bed and listens intently to the growing silence, her beloved teddy bear held close.
I go home tomorrow morning. Yay!
Location: Wal-Mart
Row upon row of balls of fluff. Twisted fibers wrapped around themselves and appearing in every color imaginable. They are given names like Berry, Midnight, Barely Pink, and Garnet. The final choice, however, comes down to touch. Only the softest will do for this project. Baby Clouds
Tuesday, November 21
Location: WashU
The other students slowly sift away, returning to their respective homes, families, and celebrations. She feels for a moment as if she has been left behind, forgotten. She sits on the edge of her bed and listens intently to the growing silence, her beloved teddy bear held close.
I go home tomorrow morning. Yay!
Monday, November 20, 2006
Image Dump
First a little life business, then the images.
Ok, so, some of you may remember the mention of an unnamed freshman guy I said I had "acquired" in early September. I actually deleted the only post in which I mentioned him (for an unrelated reason), so even a semi-frequent reader may have missed it.
I saw it as a very temporary situation, perhaps a rebound after my last break-up. I was surprised as all hell when he got my number off of FB and called me after our first night together. And even after that, you know, I ordered the kid around, treated him with a tad bit of disdain (so shoot me, it was therapeutic, dammit); hell, I figured he'd get fed up and stop coming back. Now, getting close to three months later, I guess that's not entirely the case.
Don't get the wrong idea. It's still very much a casual thing. It's just... not a nothing thing anymore.
The point is, his name is Brendan. I just figured he deserved to be named here on the BcL, you know? So there it is.
Tuesday, November 14
Location: Olin Library
Dammit, I can't remember his name. I can see him, sitting there in the Ruby computer lab that night I finally asked what his name was. He told me and I swear I intended to remember. I can remember the length of his hair, the place he was sitting in the room, the look of the laptop he was working on alongside me at 1 or 2 in the morning and yet for all of that...
I smile and enjoy the conversation. And I laugh, while a seed of guilt sits heavily in my stomach.
Wednesday, November 15
Location: Hurd 44 Balcony
Laptop open and abandoned behind me, I step out into the wind. I shiver and shake as the frigid air lifts my curls and freezes my fingertips. I will go inside soon, back to the warmth and a half-written paper, but for now, I am flying.
Thursday, November 16
Location: Hurd Kitchen
The smell of apples, all spice, and chocolate chips blends and makes its way up the staircase. It's times like these that I love college, that I love life. It's so amazingly simple, and the pleasure I get from it flies in the face of the somewhat habitually cynical attitudes I indulge in.
I take a sip of hot cider and this, too, melts away.
Friday, November 17
Location: Performing Arts Department Lounge
Dada theatre. Nonsense words. Adore. Randomality. Stage. Protest. War. Shit. Circus. Screams and laughs and an epiphany or two. We plan, play and let go of convention. We are liberated.
Lamplighters.
Saturday, November 18
Location: Hurd 442
We stood in the middle of the room, lit by stained-glass light bulbs and the glowstick still hanging around my neck. It seems so tacky in retrospect. So... college. But in the moment, it didn't bother me. We'd left the oppressive crowd behind and had found our own evening entertainment. Something that thankfully didn't involve fighting for room to breath.
I closed my eyes and leaned against him, losing myself in the warmth of his touch.
This was what the night was all about, the very reason he'd even agreed to step foot into Lopata Gallery. An exchange.
Sunday, November 19
Location: Grass outside Hurd
Searching, flashlight in hand. Please please PLEASE let it be here. We comb the area as much as we can stand, hoping for luck or a tiny miracle. Hoping to see the glint of a key hiding in the darkness between dead leaves and blades of grass. But alas, the universe fails us and hope is somewhat lost. Tomorrow, I tell myself. All I can do is count on tomorrow.
I'm not nearly as happy with these as I have been with some of my others. Bleh...
Ok, so, some of you may remember the mention of an unnamed freshman guy I said I had "acquired" in early September. I actually deleted the only post in which I mentioned him (for an unrelated reason), so even a semi-frequent reader may have missed it.
I saw it as a very temporary situation, perhaps a rebound after my last break-up. I was surprised as all hell when he got my number off of FB and called me after our first night together. And even after that, you know, I ordered the kid around, treated him with a tad bit of disdain (so shoot me, it was therapeutic, dammit); hell, I figured he'd get fed up and stop coming back. Now, getting close to three months later, I guess that's not entirely the case.
Don't get the wrong idea. It's still very much a casual thing. It's just... not a nothing thing anymore.
The point is, his name is Brendan. I just figured he deserved to be named here on the BcL, you know? So there it is.
Tuesday, November 14
Location: Olin Library
Dammit, I can't remember his name. I can see him, sitting there in the Ruby computer lab that night I finally asked what his name was. He told me and I swear I intended to remember. I can remember the length of his hair, the place he was sitting in the room, the look of the laptop he was working on alongside me at 1 or 2 in the morning and yet for all of that...
I smile and enjoy the conversation. And I laugh, while a seed of guilt sits heavily in my stomach.
Wednesday, November 15
Location: Hurd 44 Balcony
Laptop open and abandoned behind me, I step out into the wind. I shiver and shake as the frigid air lifts my curls and freezes my fingertips. I will go inside soon, back to the warmth and a half-written paper, but for now, I am flying.
Thursday, November 16
Location: Hurd Kitchen
The smell of apples, all spice, and chocolate chips blends and makes its way up the staircase. It's times like these that I love college, that I love life. It's so amazingly simple, and the pleasure I get from it flies in the face of the somewhat habitually cynical attitudes I indulge in.
I take a sip of hot cider and this, too, melts away.
Friday, November 17
Location: Performing Arts Department Lounge
Dada theatre. Nonsense words. Adore. Randomality. Stage. Protest. War. Shit. Circus. Screams and laughs and an epiphany or two. We plan, play and let go of convention. We are liberated.
Lamplighters.
Saturday, November 18
Location: Hurd 442
We stood in the middle of the room, lit by stained-glass light bulbs and the glowstick still hanging around my neck. It seems so tacky in retrospect. So... college. But in the moment, it didn't bother me. We'd left the oppressive crowd behind and had found our own evening entertainment. Something that thankfully didn't involve fighting for room to breath.
I closed my eyes and leaned against him, losing myself in the warmth of his touch.
This was what the night was all about, the very reason he'd even agreed to step foot into Lopata Gallery. An exchange.
Sunday, November 19
Location: Grass outside Hurd
Searching, flashlight in hand. Please please PLEASE let it be here. We comb the area as much as we can stand, hoping for luck or a tiny miracle. Hoping to see the glint of a key hiding in the darkness between dead leaves and blades of grass. But alas, the universe fails us and hope is somewhat lost. Tomorrow, I tell myself. All I can do is count on tomorrow.
I'm not nearly as happy with these as I have been with some of my others. Bleh...
Monday, November 13, 2006
Catch Up
Friday, November 10
Location: Meredith Rettner's B-Day on U Drive
I dance and I flit about (if such a thing is even possible) and I just don't care so much anymore. I don't care so much if I look foolish. I don't care so much if their smiles are only a facade of polite civility. I'm having fun and I have true friends close by.
The release was something I could feel through my whole being, as if weights had been removed from each of my limbs and from my mind most of all. I felt physically lighter, freed from bonds that usually keep me tied to a very aware and constrained self.
Saturday, November 11
Location: Bauhaus, Givens
I don't know why I'm here. Because I said I would be? How lame. But here I am all the same, standing on the edge of a crowd I just can't stand to be a part of anymore. It's too much: the heat, body against occasionally unwilling body, as the bass pulses within my veins.
As I search for familiar faces, the lights and colors swirl and my stomach turns. I'd rather be at home.
Sunday, November 12
Location: Eliot, This Past Summer
That morning around six or so, I woke up and got out of bed, unwilling to sleep away the last hours we had together. I put on some piano music, Moonlight Sonata, and sat at my desk for some time, watching him as he slept. I think I loved him in that moment, as he lay there between my sheets.
I suppose I had hoped he'd open his eyes, find me sitting there, and invite me back to bed in a voice that would say "I just want to be close to you. More than anything, I just want one more hour wrapped in your arms." But he never said such a thing. Perhaps he did open his eyes and look at me once, though it's hard to tell if I'm remembering that right, but if he did, he never spoke a word.
Monday, November 13
Location: My Head
I tossed and turned on every third quarter hour, determined to regain some lost sleep. Each time I would turn, I would be somewhat aware that I was in bed, that I still clutched my cell phone in my left hand, and that I would need to head off to the library some time soon. Yet, simultaneously, a dream logic seemed to rule over these points and make them hazy.
There was some reason that I wasn't leaving my room. I had to stay there because of a radio broadcast. I couldn't go now; it was important that I stay and voice my role.
They were calling me back into the shower with them as steam rose in curls and their naked bodies glistened invitingly. Come back to where it's warm.
She needed to talk to me and it couldn't wait. I was supposed to have taken care of all this already. Stupid girl, don't you plan ahead? You've got to keep on top of these things.
And so it continued as hours passed and the world grew dark outside my window.
Location: Meredith Rettner's B-Day on U Drive
I dance and I flit about (if such a thing is even possible) and I just don't care so much anymore. I don't care so much if I look foolish. I don't care so much if their smiles are only a facade of polite civility. I'm having fun and I have true friends close by.
The release was something I could feel through my whole being, as if weights had been removed from each of my limbs and from my mind most of all. I felt physically lighter, freed from bonds that usually keep me tied to a very aware and constrained self.
Saturday, November 11
Location: Bauhaus, Givens
I don't know why I'm here. Because I said I would be? How lame. But here I am all the same, standing on the edge of a crowd I just can't stand to be a part of anymore. It's too much: the heat, body against occasionally unwilling body, as the bass pulses within my veins.
As I search for familiar faces, the lights and colors swirl and my stomach turns. I'd rather be at home.
Sunday, November 12
Location: Eliot, This Past Summer
That morning around six or so, I woke up and got out of bed, unwilling to sleep away the last hours we had together. I put on some piano music, Moonlight Sonata, and sat at my desk for some time, watching him as he slept. I think I loved him in that moment, as he lay there between my sheets.
I suppose I had hoped he'd open his eyes, find me sitting there, and invite me back to bed in a voice that would say "I just want to be close to you. More than anything, I just want one more hour wrapped in your arms." But he never said such a thing. Perhaps he did open his eyes and look at me once, though it's hard to tell if I'm remembering that right, but if he did, he never spoke a word.
Monday, November 13
Location: My Head
I tossed and turned on every third quarter hour, determined to regain some lost sleep. Each time I would turn, I would be somewhat aware that I was in bed, that I still clutched my cell phone in my left hand, and that I would need to head off to the library some time soon. Yet, simultaneously, a dream logic seemed to rule over these points and make them hazy.
There was some reason that I wasn't leaving my room. I had to stay there because of a radio broadcast. I couldn't go now; it was important that I stay and voice my role.
They were calling me back into the shower with them as steam rose in curls and their naked bodies glistened invitingly. Come back to where it's warm.
She needed to talk to me and it couldn't wait. I was supposed to have taken care of all this already. Stupid girl, don't you plan ahead? You've got to keep on top of these things.
And so it continued as hours passed and the world grew dark outside my window.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Just So You Know
Let me tell you. I'm tired as all hell. My feet hurt like crazy from the shoes I wore today/tonight and spent hours dancing in. I'm freaking dehydrated as f*ck. But you know what?
Life...
Life, my dear friends,
Is good.
For some reason, party-hopping with friends tends to lead me to this conclusion. And it is good.
Except... I kinda gave my number to an awkward sketchy guy. Huh... I wonder if I can get away with telling him that I'm considering being a lesbian... Worth a shot.
Life...
Life, my dear friends,
Is good.
For some reason, party-hopping with friends tends to lead me to this conclusion. And it is good.
Except... I kinda gave my number to an awkward sketchy guy. Huh... I wonder if I can get away with telling him that I'm considering being a lesbian... Worth a shot.
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