...I Was A Teenage Fag-Hag

The story of a NYU student struggling to survive in a world where the shoes are pricey, the IDs are fake, and straight men don't seem to exist.
Monday, June 23, 2003
Ah... all done with Mr. Potter for this year. Unless I read it again, which is a probability. My dad went back to Seattle, so I don't get to see anyone in my family again until August. Lame. I think having him around flicked a little switch in my head which is slowly returning me to more rational behavior than I've been displaying of late - I now fully understand that buying a pint of ice cream every night is counter-productive, for example. I think I might exercise tomorrow. I'm hungry.


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