a party at E’s place, Nata’s birthday as an excuse, all elaborated and planned by another classmate. I, a cake and a batch of cookies, the rest, chicken and chicken wings and chips and cheese and casseroles. a handful of beer, vodka and wine, a jukebox, and you are ready to go.
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i have promised to be good this month, but not the other one, nein, danke. shifting from room to room, we seek people staying in beds, hanging at windows stills, relaxing on the couch, squared on the floor, those manning the oven. i find F dancing to gangnam style and despacito before the crowd, and slowly i begin to deconstruct this person before my mind, who is happy with company of other people.
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some people just choose to show their ugly and worst slides to the person they love the most, and this is something you have to accept.
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i realize i have a lot of love and friendship to give, but they are conditional upon not being jealous all the time. i tell this to E, the day after, picking up dishes at his place and over juices and cigarettes and secrets and hugs and leftover peanut butter birthday cake, that i am being stupid.
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phoenix is performing in hamburg in september, and their album came out over the weekend. i guess i will go.
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