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Last night was a private poetry reading / wine party with friends, which I found to be simultaneously pleasant and intolerable. I love to share my friends' talents, but I hate reading my work aloud. Tonight is another (this time decidedly less artsy) party, a blunts-and-40s kinda thing that promises to be an okay time. The roommate and I talked about making a run into the city today to get tattoos, but alas, money.

Life, friends, is boring. I have to go grocery shopping and do laundry. Bleh.