August 22, 2002 - 3.20 am
I've just "finished" cleaning up at my first "real" college party. (One in which people became inebriated) I was seriously worried about this party, feeling very insecure about the presence of a lot of alcohol, and honestly, it wasn't my favorite party I've ever thrown, but it was fun. The best part was the way people took care of one another. I always just love that. It makes me feel secure in my place in the world.
This is short, and I feel bad about that. No, really, I do! Bad. Bad bad bad.
Go send Riley some love. He's awesome. No words.
Goodnight.
Emily
