went to a hippy kegger with brita last night in the udistrict.
although most everyone there was an immaculate poser, it was suprisingly fun/ self affirming to be stuffed in a sweaty room with a bunch of trendy buttheads who were going through their hippy revival phase and most likey will be getting mid level corp. jobs in the next couple of years with their uw degrees.
then went to capitol hill dance party at which you cant help but just kind of feel ridiculous.
all in all, im really glad that my friends are who they are, and i am who i am, and that i don't go to udub, and that i dont wear leather pants. amen.
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i iwsh i could be in the back pocket of your leather pants when you went to such parties. You sort of secretly probably want leather pants with an adult size pocket
love yourself. you're in charge
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