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stalling like a car in winter
I really, really, really should be getting ready for my finals... So of course instead tonight we talked and slept and showered and listened to a funny-in-an-oh-my-god-that's-disgusting-never-say-that-again-way Chuck Palahniuk reading on Jess's comp and Rachel and I hid under my blanket, dubbed The Chastity Tent by my retreating form as I threw myself onto Jess's bed in dramatic horror. Here's the Line. Over there is Chuck Palahniuk. Here's me. HORRIFIED. So here is more of what I do when I'm not doing what I'm supposed to be doing... |
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