thursday, march 21st
if you don't dance then yr no friend of mine
guess who updated?
we danced to eighties songs in the morning blue and we're heading out philly way and it's like a bomb of sunshine exploded on sleepy no funswick. taking no prisoners.
and what can you do cept dance?
our bellies kiss every day, nootch. (and i'm not gonna get all lovey dovey. we don't like puke endorsing couples, do we?)
so, last night culminated in a huge pasta fest at remy's apt; and rebecca, sarah and me helping him set up a new political society which will rock the rutger to it's foundation.
yeah, you just wait.
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