2001-07-10 :: 2:08 p.m.

So after work, I'm going to some bar for a girl's party.

This girl, me and My Boy's crew knew in college. She had a really cool apartment years later in the village.

I don't know much else about her. She likes to throw parties. And she kept a tidy dorm room.

Why is it that we cannot talk dirty to each other without collapsing into laughter or spinning wildly off topic. We should probably work on this, at some point. Right now, my sides are splitting. And in my brain you've poured in the honey and sun.

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