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last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings...

nye two thousand and eleven 

your tricks with the shower head was kind a cute, i bet you keep your pussy clean.

high on vaseline. just kidding. no, really. we went out with that white girl. you know her. at a certain point, i stop being friendly with the camera. i can't take that shit all night. i start doing beautiful things.. like this. we had a blast, yes. i know waaay down there i told you i'd get ya the whole story. 
but why? do you REALLY want to know?

here it is. met up at New House, my house, drank and blew. off to The City. the mission. went to a party. walked for one hundred years. got invited by some children to a house party. went. tore it the fuck up.  instantly took over the whole damn thing. FUCK YOUR ITUNES. queen blasting, champagne pouring. count down? yeah, count down. fizz fizz sizzle. off to some bars. no. not inside. outside the bars. kicked it for days on the corner. then got all fancy mayne, and pooped into a real bar. lines in the photo booth.... lines on her face. then? back to the party. THEN back to the little easy. to berkley. karaoke city. spice girls and shit. blah blah blah off to bed with julia and emily. cold city. THEN, yeah then. i went to a god damned wedding reception, with half my head on. 

that's it. that is all. 

goodbye forever,

mad maxine