Bye bye emo blog.
I'm making an effort to be happy.
It's hard for me.
I swear, I wrote that song.
Last night I went out with my lady friends and it was a super fun dance sandwich. 80s Night and Mandi and Corey's house was the bread, and a big sweaty dance party at the Brillobox was the cheese. The end of the night at Brillo involved what can best be described as follows: "Sexy dog pile=a bunch of sexy sweaty people piled on top of one another and other people gyrating around them. One word... absurd."
I'm making an effort to be happy.
It's hard for me.
I swear, I wrote that song.
Last night I went out with my lady friends and it was a super fun dance sandwich. 80s Night and Mandi and Corey's house was the bread, and a big sweaty dance party at the Brillobox was the cheese. The end of the night at Brillo involved what can best be described as follows: "Sexy dog pile=a bunch of sexy sweaty people piled on top of one another and other people gyrating around them. One word... absurd."
It was bittersweet though, too. I hung out with a bunch of my old friends from the Warhol days. Keggers (we danced our faces off) and Derek (I made him hug me at least 30 times) and Gia and Aaron (for like 20 seconds because he was dj'ing/lovin' on his Russian model chick) All back together at the Box just like we used to be. It made me a little sad/nostalgic. Is this now another emo blog? Remember how I said I suck at being happy? I'M TRYING, HERE!
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