you wanna know a secret?

college is just like sixth grade camp! only now i have well-developed breasts...

ok, so the other day, sensing a few sweet hours of roomie-free independance, i decided it was the perfect oppurtunity to take a bra and panties only nap. i have not taken one of those in a long time. feeling a surge of empowerment, i hopped onto the windowsill of my giant bay window, sat down, and watched the passer byers/ hot frisbee gold players as i listened to miss duffy on the phone talking abput her own bra and panties sexperience on her porch with eric. (it was nuts cause i didnt even tell her about my bra and panty day: we just parallel each other sometimes, its nuts- cause neither of us are the type of ladies to just waltz around in our undies.)

secret clubhouses can be found anywhere here. the empty room down the hall (until the cover was blown and the bitches locked it up) the leafy dome of the willowtree, the four brick almost walls taht make up a somewhat raggity outhouse looking structure, the world! ("i wonder if 6.7 billion people realixze they are invading our secret clubhouse everyday")

in college, one could just scamper down the hall, grab the gals, and rock out to cake, dancing freely with scarves, jumping on the beds, hooorraaay.

some people go to collge to grow up, i went to take a fucking break from growing up too quickly. man, i had too much adult like shit going on, and i am enjoying the last bit of juvenile amusement while i still have the oppurtunity. im not gonna go hyper crazy and become Squam's little sex mascot or anything, i am just gonna enjoy the bits and pieces of nude freedom i have without the possibilty of someone's brother or my own accidentally seeing my precious womanwares.

man, if i ever do grow up and do all tha dultlike bullshit, im going to make sure to build a dorm behind my house so my friends and i can go nuts once in a while . that would be hot as hell, right?

peace piece
kala