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i felt it was finally time to update this profile. for anyone who doesn't already know me, this will make little to no sense to you, so sorry. to anyone who does know me, you fall into three categories. either you love me because you're a family member and its mandatory, or you love me because i have been known to be a drunken retard of mythical proportions and i unwittingly have given you a reason to use the line "at least i'm not as bad as Cynthia", or you dislike me altogether. if you fall into the third category...blow me. if you fall into one of the first two, i would like to let you know that although i have drastically changed my nasty habits and traded in bottles of jagermeister for bottles of breastmilk (my own breastmilk that is), i am still the same ridiculous idiot you know and love. i like to think that my total 180 has been a good thing, even if it means giving up all the things i have grown to love. yeah sometimes i really miss those things. i miss stoner movie day with claire and alex. i miss the casbah with ramos. i miss smoking myself stupid and watching 24 with paul. i miss riding around the airport shuttle for a couple hours with tara. i miss driving around the city drinking 40's through 3 foot straws with sarah. i miss going to the gay club with antonio and all the girls and getting rubbed up on by lesbians (ramos) and the one sweaty disgusting straight guy at a gay club. and by the way, why was i always the designated driver? whoever decided that was blatantly unaware of my reputation as the most drunk person out of everyone i'm with. and i miss all those nights in Palo Alto...alex dropping me on my head, puking into my coat sleeve in a cab, running through people's backyards and rolling under bushes...and of course i miss puking on my friends. i have made some really great friends over the past couple of years. i mean, how many people would actually let you puke on them and still be your friend the next morning? i'm one lucky girl. anyway, i guess what i'm trying to say is that i really wouldn't change anything i've done. regardless of some of the REALLY bad choices i've made in the past, i don't regret anything. and i really don't mind the fact that now on friday and saturday nights i stay home with a drooly baby who can't even talk back to me who smells like poop and pukes on me. i like it.";s:5:"views";s:4:"1175";s:9:"downloads";s:3:"293";s:4:"n t_1";s:0:"";s:4:"nt_2";s:0:"";s:4:"nt_3";s:0:"";s:4:"nt_4";s :0:"";s:4:"nt_5";s:0:"";}