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Luna bars exist exclusively for eating the morning after waking up hung over at your new potential girlfriends hippie grad school apt because she has no other food items
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Aug 16, 2014 21:48
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Not the hot one you wanted to date, and not one of the the super young ones who travels in packs, the really skinny one with nice legs and no boobs who always has like $3000 worth of hiking gear in her living room and no furniture. There's like 7 kinds of herbal tea but the only breakfast is a random Luna bar she pulls out and seems weirdly excited about and it's one of those lemon ones and the flavor mixes with the smell of lady parts on your breath still
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Aug 16, 2014 21:53
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You realize later that she likes the kind of blue collar style macho man act you can only pull off drunk since deep down you're a soft shy hippie exactly like her dad was, who she quietly resents Maintaining the farce becomes a challenge and you start arguing constantly, which somehow turns you both on and you keep loving angrily on your ikea futon and you have to hide all your grad school era literature texts and you find yourself staging boxes of nails and like power tools around your place like some kind of cargo cult manly man, meanwhile the hot one turns out to be her best friend and she's into you and dammit should have, gone for the blonde,
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Aug 16, 2014 22:02
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The dry taste of lemon, crumbling, like your will, bitter "tea" massaging your esophagus, a pale imitation of a true breakfast, a pale imitation of true love, long, sinewy legs framed in the sunlight, ARCHTERYX NORTHFACE the names like incantations warding off true adulthood, I CAN ALWAYS TEACH AT THE COLLEGE LEVEL she rationalizes, your seed still drying on her far trade cruelty free cotton undergarments,
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Aug 16, 2014 22:11
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bloated, purple, dead on a toilet seat,
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Aug 16, 2014 22:21
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