went to SG Burlesque in Cambridge the other night. I had two tickets on Will Call but ended up going with three friends--two couldn't get in, and the other had to leave early so he didn't even get to see the girls. Poor Mike. I was lucky enough to meet up with a friend from my town who offered to drive me home, get a spot where I could see reasonably well (thanks, guy who let me in front of you), and get the aforementioned friend to come to the afterparty (which was pretty rad, except for the part where I had to leave early).
So I get home around 3:30, and there's a box on my doorstep. My ex-boyfriend has left a box of things he can't bear to look at/use/have around because they remind him of me on my doorstep in the middle of the night. I woke up my entire family dragging the damn box in, and I still haven't gone through it. I think I'm going to sell it on eBay.
So I get home around 3:30, and there's a box on my doorstep. My ex-boyfriend has left a box of things he can't bear to look at/use/have around because they remind him of me on my doorstep in the middle of the night. I woke up my entire family dragging the damn box in, and I still haven't gone through it. I think I'm going to sell it on eBay.
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7deuce:
sell it and then write him a thank you note explaining that you sold it and the money really helped you out. he'll like that.
semitic:
Come on out this saturday...hitch a ride from something _funny .... billiard at a place that cranks the ROCK!