a brand new story to give you my history with the girl (i'm not gonna give her name, so for the sake of the story we'll call her "the girl") from saturday night whose room i was hanging out in. it all starts a few mondays ago. I'm in my room watching Stanly Kubrik's Full Metal Jacket, when out in the hall there arose such a clatter that i sprang from my bed to see what was the matter! it was a fucking parade of people. "join us," they cried. so i did. long story short i ended up at some random ass party on a monday night and there was this girl there, who was, in the words of vince vaughn, eye fucking the shit out of me. so i go over and we talk, and we make facebook friends, and we talk on AIM on occaision. it's all very cute. anyway, we're partying together on friday, the day before the saturday i posted about, and we're both quite drunk. she invites me back to her room to watch a movie. we get there and she's got a pretty good room, except for the fact that her bed is lofted so she can but shit under it. BAD CALL, "THE GIRL"!!! so she sets her computer down on the bed, and puts the movie in. i hop on up, and the computer falls onto the floor and breaks. oops. everything works except the DVD drive. fuck. needless to say we havn't hooked up.
I'll preface this, however, by pointing out that hope is not lost because she still talks to me, we still chill, and she's not (yet) asked me to pay for her computer breaking. awesome.
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loft beds are an aweful aweful invention. try having sex on a lofted bed
you gotta quit breaking shit
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