what? social life? what? crass? what?
23 Nov 2002 at 9:49am

at murphy's pub across from work, we

  • saw both my managers (they laughed about it this morning, so yay)

  • giggled about aaron getting hit on by some girl and the bartender

  • wondered why the bartender didn't check my id (hurrah!)

    at home, we

  • had mad crazy sex

  • fought a lot afterwards

  • threw things around

  • kissed and made up

    at the hurricane, we

  • met claire, my new best friend

  • met up with marshall

  • drank more

  • um...i think something else happened, but maybe not

    at 5-point, we

  • met up with matt

  • drank more

  • got harrassed by shroomers in unnecessary wheelchairs (ooo, band name)

  • discussed deepest darkest secrets, or lack thereof

  • figured out how many people we had slept with and if we could remember their names

    at marshall's, we

  • drank really gross sangria and really weird raspberry beer

  • i dunno what else because i fell asleep

    at taco bell, we

  • got some much needed cheap-ass grub

    at home, we

  • ate

  • started to fall asleep

  • had really amazing sex instead

    this morning, i

  • woke up late

  • was ready to leave when the toilet exploded

  • had to clean it up with all my just-cleaned towels because no one else was home and i didn't want them to be mad that i used theirs

  • am not hungover but i'm tired as all fuck and i have an appointment at 2:30 to see a studio and i have to take care of the dog today and all i want to do is SLEEP.

    the end.

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    Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.