Back from the club. It was quite the experience. Got me thinking.
And you know that when I get to thinking I get pretty serious....serious as in depressing.
But I wrote a short story about my experience. I feel like I should put it up, even though I'll probably feel otherwise in 12 hours.
This is me sharing my impressions of everything. It's depressing. If you don't want to read something sad, don't read this entry. I'm just warning all of you, because I don't want people whining in the comments.
This is a PG-13 story, there is some swearing. Sorry, I just couldn't think of a better way to say it.
Oh, and one last thing. Sydney had nothing to drink tonight. She'd want me to say that. And because she wants me to say that, you better believe I want to say it because if I don't shes going to whine about it all day tomorrow.
..........I just changed my mind. I'm not putting up the story. Too sad. Too emo.
Going to bed.
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