Friday, November 10, 2006

081. Eleven eleven

Half my night is missing. We had a party, and I drank way too much. I remember bits and pieces until I am upstairs kissing a pretty boy and kissing becomes everything and I remember his hand grabbing my ass, but it wasn't disrespectful because it was just us. And it hurt, but it was so good. I don't think I'll ever see him again.

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