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How awesome are my friends, y’all? They visit, they make hilarious faces, they eat poison thai food, they move whiskey bottles with their minds, they let me get blackout drunk and bust out my flute with my fabulous neighbor at 3a.m. (yes, that happened), they get spontaneous yet obsessively planned tattoos of literary [...]
Posts Tagged ‘jeff’
everywhere you look!
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That’s all I have today, kids. Studying, working, finals around the corner. MORE TO COME.
Love,
Me.
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// a few things. Have you seen these advertisements? Grr. I’m currently writing a paper on them, wherein I analyze them for various public-speaking related jargon-y ideas. Bonus: I get to say “boobs” and “butt” a total of 16 throughout the paper. That’s a first.
My new favorite person to follow on Twitter is [...]
i have wonderful friends.
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This is how you know you had a good weekend:
You’re too drunk to take your friend to the airport at 7 a.m., so you have to make your husband do it.
You pass out and miss your morning class.
You find yourself at the diner staring slack-jawed into your breakfast that you’re eating ALONE AT [...]
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Another Sunday morning wraps up another weekend of debauchery. Friday night was your standard closing down Las Mas endeavor, followed by a Saturday night pizza/beer gathering (which seriously fucked up my dog’s psyche) at the homestead and a trip to the Gentleman’s Club. Jeff and his terrific new contractor friends (with their “fuck you money”) [...]
