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Sunday, January 24, 2010

hoegaarden

Hoegaarden beer

prepared answer in case sean or any of his friends wants an explanation:
i'm kind of past the phase in my life where i'm willing to hookup with a guy who doesn't give a fuck about me, just cuz he's really hot. you know, that's how growing up goes.

one of my very first memories, if not my very first. i was two or three. my Nana had just given me a bath and dried me off and all, and i was still naked, and she was still picking out my clothes or whatever--i didn't know about modesty or anything then, i guess three year olds don't--and i remember spreading my legs apart, and pulling the lips apart, and saying,"hey Nana look at that, it looks just like a butterfly! doesn't it?" i just have this vague feeling that i have this vague memory of her not quite sharing my enthusiasm on that discovery.

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