Saturday, April 4, 2009

167.

Is it completely selfish of me to wish that words you wrote were about me?

Last night was nice. Not many people I knew were at Grammers except for the people I love. I'm glad to be hanging out again, especially when it is in small groups. Sitting down at a table laughing or dancing upstairs- either way I was with people I love. But I think the highlight of the evening was Gerald walking into the room everytime I said something about being naked or my boob. I swear it's really not my main topic of conversation.

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