Everything I see, everybody I meet it seems is made of ticky tacky. It bores me a lot to see people dressed almost in the same way, this shoddy uniformity is making me sick. For the untrained eye, it may seem that the people on the streets may not look alike, but if you give 'em a closer inspection then compare and contrast with the other people, you'll find a lot of things that're alike. This discernment troubles me, I can't seem to place or identify masel within these groups for I beLIEve that I am somewhat a jack. Something of a bard, in terms of D&D. This common attribute from the cunts I see disturbs me...
Moving on...
I've been aching to drink tonight and this thirst is killing meh. Dinnae ken where the guys are, haven't sent an SMS all day. Damnit, I dun wanna drink all by masel. Mebbe I should go visit teh gang at teh usual hideout eh? But I might spend too much again. Wonder if C is there to brighten up mah night. Not even feeling sleepy tonight, slept fer like 12 hours straight. Good thing that it's a weekend, a good time fer socializing, gallivanting, and whatnot. I'll still be able to catch up on whoever's there at the hotspot.
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