There’s only one weekend left of Summer Intensive, and I know I’m going to miss it. I don’t know what parts of it I’ll miss, but I already know I just will. I regret only starting to open up halfway through the six weeks.
The Funksters are great, hilarious people.
On Sunday, I think I had the best conversation about buttsex. Ever. While eating Burger King.
This entry isn’t much. It’s just to remind myself and anyone who reads this blog that SI isn’t just some miserable $165 experience that makes me bitch about my insecurities all the time.
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I'm still reading.
i am too.
yep even now after a year, someone is reading.
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