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so i've been down with a headache all day and around four o'clock last night i had to run to the bathroom to throw up. thank god i didn't break anything, because last time i got drunk and threw up i broke the toilet seat. people are still waiting for me to replace it.

today i watched the entire first season of gilmore girls, i ate so much pizza i felt even sicker than i did and now, at nine in the evening i'm not feeling any less hung over.

somehow i've always walked around with the idea that when i turn eighteen and move out i'll magically become all "grown up and mature."

surprisingly i don't feel any less juvenile.

what, i'm supposed to cook myself dinner every day? and i have to make sure i eat enough fruit? shit, maybe i shouldn't have spent all my money on alcohol and perhaps buying that skirt wan't such a good idea because, oh yeah, i have to pay rent!

i'm definitely having a velvet underground day today. go nico!

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