Today while having a cigarette on the balcony outside of Cramer Hall, I witnessed a fight. Not any fight, mind you, but a knock-down, drag-out fight. Needless to say, I was elated, having not seen a good physical fight since I moved here from SoCal. As fists flew and obscenities spewed and blood splattered across the pavement, I felt an odd sense of contentment. It was truely a Chuck Palahniuk moment.
That being said, my faux ID needs to get here soon, due to the fact that Mark and I made plans last night to hit up Mary's and Union Jack's as soon as I am of "legal" drinking age. Oh impatience, how you sway me.
That being said, my faux ID needs to get here soon, due to the fact that Mark and I made plans last night to hit up Mary's and Union Jack's as soon as I am of "legal" drinking age. Oh impatience, how you sway me.
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prettyb0y:
That is, honetly, a really cute pic... but it's that kind of cute, where I wonder how good your right cross is. 
joyrider:
nothing like a fight-by-proxy to get your blood hot. i've been wanting a heavy bag to beat on for a couple of weeks now. very cathartic. maybe even catalytic sometimes.