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Dec. 23rd, 2002 12:03 amHeh. Check out my kissing pictures...
I was gonna say I'd covered all bases, but good ol healthy het love ain't there..
Eh. Like anyone was expecting it to be there.......
It's not like I'm the towering goddess of straight love here, is it now...
Don't make snarky faces at me, girls!!
You know what? I miss getting drunk. Or not getting drunk as much as being able to have a drink. And party full out. Not to sound like a raging teen alcoholic, but it is fun to let loose and just be all over the place. Maybe it's too many uptight formals, but people around here don't let their hair down, like we do. And yes, I fully realize that one of you is gonna read this post and remind me that last time I got drunk, I ended with a hickey and a full blown un-requited teen slashy love, angst fest. Damn you.
But, you know what? I still have to be here 6 monthes. And all I wanna do is go to a party, get sweaty and get drunk.
Yeah. I'm having one big-ass coming home party.
Stop with the disapproving looks already. My old priest told me hundreds of times that I am, in fact, going to hell (I'm a bisexual athiest with a penchant for swearing and I'm a liberal. Good call) I might as well go in style.
and also I'm going to start a great new life. I am seriously re-modelling my life when I get home. That's what this year is for *winks* England is a lovely country for stuff like that
I was gonna say I'd covered all bases, but good ol healthy het love ain't there..
Eh. Like anyone was expecting it to be there.......
It's not like I'm the towering goddess of straight love here, is it now...
Don't make snarky faces at me, girls!!
You know what? I miss getting drunk. Or not getting drunk as much as being able to have a drink. And party full out. Not to sound like a raging teen alcoholic, but it is fun to let loose and just be all over the place. Maybe it's too many uptight formals, but people around here don't let their hair down, like we do. And yes, I fully realize that one of you is gonna read this post and remind me that last time I got drunk, I ended with a hickey and a full blown un-requited teen slashy love, angst fest. Damn you.
But, you know what? I still have to be here 6 monthes. And all I wanna do is go to a party, get sweaty and get drunk.
Yeah. I'm having one big-ass coming home party.
Stop with the disapproving looks already. My old priest told me hundreds of times that I am, in fact, going to hell (I'm a bisexual athiest with a penchant for swearing and I'm a liberal. Good call) I might as well go in style.
and also I'm going to start a great new life. I am seriously re-modelling my life when I get home. That's what this year is for *winks* England is a lovely country for stuff like that