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Yesterday was a good day. Katie and dunx and I went out for breakfast (you know, at 2 pm) and then went to Lloyd Center. Katie needed to get some shit from the Pop Gothic, which was totally crowded, but she got what she needed and we checked out the sluts and headed downtown. Katie bought some way hot shoes, and dunx got our friend Morgan a birthday present. A little before 8:30 (when we were going to leave for Morgan's birthday party), dunx invited me out on a walk with his beagle and gave me a beer. Upon returning to my apartment I noticed that I had removed my keys from my purse to get into the laundry room and not put them back. I had to climb in the bathroom window which is about shoulder high off the ground and a foot wide. I'm so glad it was open. I didn't even rip my stockings. We went to Morgan's party and it was sorta weird. There were all these dykes there (luckily dunx wasn't any drunker and kept his mouth shut) and my friends and Morgan's friends didn't really mingle. After that dunx and Katie and I went to the pub and drank a couple of pitchers of Black Butte. Towards the end this drunk guy came up and sat by dunx... for some reason, like, he had to use the bathroom but there was a wait and he couldn't stand or something. He was totally in dunx's bubble, and I grabbed an ashtray for him but he still ashed all over the table. After suggesting he should like, fuck off, he got up, and as he walked away he said to dunx, "being tough doesn't make you smart." I have no idea why he said this, but luckily for dunx, being Cool and Tough makes him tough, and being fucking smart as hell makes him smart. I really don't know what was going on. Then we had a slumber party at dunx's house because Katie's house was full of scrubs and my bed didn't have sheets on it yet. He gave us both backrubs at the same time and then this morning he cooked us breakfast. We didn't even have to give him head or anything. It fucking rocked. The part I liked most about yesterday was that I did absolutely nothing school-related. It felt really good. Today we went out and did work on the front lawn, but then we got cold and came home. It was totally productive, though.

Well... goddamn I love break. I think MTV sorta gave me the wrong idea about spring break, though. Where is the sunny beach filled with bikini-clad coeds who will make out with each other so they can get in my pants? I have been sorely mislead.

*sigh*

Oh yeah, I absolutely love to read TS Eliot aloud. I love the way the words sound, the rhythm, the rhyme, and I love the feeling of my mouth forming the words, my tongue tapping my teeth and the roof of my mouth in a very unfamiliar and exotic way. I just fucking love it.