of course it happens the first night i am left alone. what i have been fearful of for so long.

i have determined that it occurs on every equinox. there will be at least four more by my count, and then... god only knows.

you, you know god better than anyone. how about you tell me?

i'm looking for the george martin instrumental version of 'hard day's night' that exists only on the american release of the album. only finding the UK version in torrents - does anybody own this?

Listen, they; to us
and this—
Their words are like a cunning nymph
who deftly twists the aethyr ‘twixt
the dull discourse
imparted by our lips.

Though; the meaning still exists…
caught, immobilized, transfixed:
somewhere in the space between
your eyes
your hands
your hips.

that's all i have to say about that.

went jet-boating. almost died, like, 11 times.

discovered i am at my most witty, hilarious and enterprising in high-intensity situations that would generally make other people shit their pants. (zombie apocalypse, anyone?)

had my first-ever random party makeout session, with traumatizing results.

got wasted alone, and it was totally awesome.

drunk texted (see above), with traumatizing results.

picked up two girls at once, exclusively with the power of my pelvic thrust.


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in other news, shotgun fridays are gaining momentum. 15+ people showed up and i learned that shaan can wail, jon has the voice of an angel and i am getting way too good at gunning to be called a lady anymore.