index | archives | notes Sunday, Jan. 31, 2016 11:12 a.m. << [ The Best Part of Grad School Was Getting to Cut the Cake With a Fucking Machete ] >> I have blurs of details, no clear timeline, can't arrange the blurs into clear cause-and-effect contingencies. I know we killed one bottle of tequila, then another, then a third someone brought. At some point, my boyfriend made a joke about groping my coworker, and she responded that he could grope her after I groped her. She stood in the kitchen talking while I reached under her bra, in full view of everyone. Boyfriend took his turn shortly thereafter. She complained that she has small nipples, and boyfriend and I rushed to reassure her that's, like, the hottest thing ever. My parents bought me a sheet cake that read, "Congratulations on your master's, Amanda!" and I insisted on cutting the cake with a machete. So I guess you could say the party went well. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org