I'm sitting in a coffee house I would frequent in my youth. In an odd way, a band from those days are playing their ultimate show. Winston and the Telescreen. They once played in my backyard for a friend's birthday. I'm not trying to make this some weird twist-of-fate coincedence; it's just odd.
I'm glad I got here early cuz I got a decent seat. Some rando dude took the other seat. I should've LIED. DAMMIT!
I see friends trickling in and I can't offer my table CUZ OF THIS RANDO! He's yawning. Maybe he'll leave after this chick in a shiny dress and misplaced hat. She ASKED THE AUDIENCE TO SING ALONG. NOT AMUSED. She was okay, until this little stunt.
27 June 2013
30 May 2013
I'm watching my friend flirt with some rando dude trying to load up the jukebox. It's quite amusing.
My week started off rather pleasant. Hanging out with friends in a backyard, eating great food, and great conversations. There was no drama, which is always a staple at a gay event. It's refreshing to be out of the gay element for a bit.
I was talking with my bestie from high school who is in the same boat (living at home with the parents due to the economy) and we basically do the same shit- hole up in our rooms and appearing for meals. It was refreshing to hear because I've realised I'm not the only one doing that.
My week started off rather pleasant. Hanging out with friends in a backyard, eating great food, and great conversations. There was no drama, which is always a staple at a gay event. It's refreshing to be out of the gay element for a bit.
I was talking with my bestie from high school who is in the same boat (living at home with the parents due to the economy) and we basically do the same shit- hole up in our rooms and appearing for meals. It was refreshing to hear because I've realised I'm not the only one doing that.
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