I told my friend I would be the girl that falls asleep at the party, and I was right.

She propped a bong made out of a Goldschläger bottle on my sleeping body spread across her lap 'cause she needed help holding it. Friendship.

I love when I am in bed by 11:30.

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Funny moment: Jen and I sitting on either side of Paul, squished on this lil bench. We're both squealing and laughing and telling secrets into his ears. Poor Pauly - he's like the dad to two twin thirteen-year-old boy crazy girls.

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My friend mentioned in passing during a conversation about something else this great date he went on with his now-girlfriend where they ate hot wings and had sex.

That's beautiful, I said. You should write a haiku about that.

Behold:

hot sauce on crumpled
sheets pulsate with the weight of
guacamole stains



I died.