Dog days are getting draggy. Gothic party had salted fish smelling kids ruling the ‘dancefloor’ with awkward outfits (like raw taped tits) & light-sticks flying all over. Got me deafer than ever, that’s bad. Well, sometimes I feel for those kids. They had no chance to fight at all. But well, that’s out of my control. & getting into routine now, pretty good.
& I got a new maroon notebook for writing. Should visit HortPark sometime, when I manage to pluck myself out of the books. I need to exercise, horrendously fat now. At the rate I’m ingesting snacks. Sucksssss.
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