Does hate mean freedom?
May 20th 2007 03:58 pm
Got nice and drunk the last two nights. Not ‘zomg-wtf-was-i-thinking’ drunk, but just good and tipsy. It was fun times. Much dancing. Much touching. Much vodka. Ended up doing somersaults through the grass pretending to be Trevor from Unearth, yelling ‘does hate mean freedom?’. Ended up taking Ian’s elbow to my face somehow and now my nose hurts. Good times.

