The Infamous \"Number\"

Once upon a time, I cared a whole lot about my
number of sexual partners. I remember hearing a
girl in high school tell me she had slept with 5 people,
5 whole people, and I remember thinking, ‘WHOA!!!
What a slut! I’m never going to have sex with that
many people! Ever!” But, you see, that was when I
was religious and very into the idea of marriage…and
the idea of waiting for the ‘right one’.
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mexican_watermelon_cooler.JPG Being the giant fan of summer that I am, Labor Day is always a little sad.

Even though it won’t get chilly for another few weeks, the mere promise of shorter days, schoolwork, and winter hats constantly ruining perfectly styled hair is enough to make me a little depressed…at least until fall fashions go on sale.

For many of us, Labor Day is a last hurrah; our last 24 hours to wear white pants (which perhaps some of us shouldn’t be wearing in the first place?), last day to barbeque without standing by the grill in a jacket, and last 3-day weekend for a while.

It’s also a party, whether we’re partying with friends or throwing our own personal celebration that consists of doing absolutely nothing—and enjoying the hell out of it.

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