NYC, gonna be in you again August 10-15. Where the party at, get me onto your rooftop, whisper secrets in my ear.
Pornography is not straight edge unless there is at least one Minor Threat poster on the wall of the bedroom where the coitus is taking place.
Pedicab weekend has fucked up my sleep schedule. Dawn is about to break and I’m barely tired. The cost/benefit ratio is still making sense but who knows if I’ll even do it next summer.
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