i'm so tired i can't even recount the fun. but lets recount the bruises: one for each degree over fifty it reached, one for each rock and roll adventure kid: i think theres five now with timmy the new tamborine boy who tells me to stop picking wedgies and start picking up my phone, one for randall's coast guard friend eric who was just rad, one for each fart laid by gross boys in marcos' chicken coop that marvel of fifties engineering, one for each 400 blows, one for every little piece of my broken heart that ben from federation x stole only to gather up and remake whole, one for every scruffy smelly punk that smelled vaguely(but not really) like chris so that i sighed into their armpits as i was being crushed by the crowd, one for each sweet boy in a tie that i saw all in one night: that's you two and me, readyville, and one for eileen for not scoring with the gay/not gay model. i really thought he stayed the night and then i felt incredibly sad but then you rallied eileen wu!!!