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My aura judged, 2.0
OUTLAWS F*CKING SUCKS. So I patronize the aforementioned club no more than 3 hours ago. The night starts out right (in line of course), with myself preparing for a night of debachary and supposed good times. Yet the scond the chaptsick (HAR HAR) parts from my expecting lips, ID is requested from Billy-Bad ass the bouncer. ID is provided, but to my surprise - 19 years of age is nothing adequate for an 18 year legal limit of Alberta. I beg for entrance despite my obvious pickonableness, yet fagg*tass Billy refuses. He suggests that I go to the VIP line where his "good friend" can see what he can do. Buddy #2 says he can let me in to see my forthcoming girlfriend with a ten dollar fee. "Chump change", I cheer aloud whilst tossing a 20$ in his general direction - as*hole lets me in with a quick smirk and obvious glance of disdain.
IT'S NOT MY F*CKING FAULT I DRESS LIKE I'M RICH, GET A CLUE YOU CHEAP AS* PLEATHER WEARING FAGG*TS.
The music sucks, I feign enjoyment. The drink girls throw sluttly glances in my direction, I force a wink and some change back. Had I seen more silicon in one location I'd swear I was in wherever the f*ck it is they produce said element. Ah, but I finally meet the Goddess of virtue and charm, and all goes well... *sigh*, we exchance friendly stories, and a promise to meet each other on the dance floor after I purchase the Heineken delight. Had I been in the mood to flail my legs to country & western, said promise would have been filled - but it was not to be so.
I'll cut this short. The ride home with K and M was miserable, with K (the Goddess) crying since she had broken up with boyfriend x a few hours ago. Trite and insincere advice is forced (it's tough to say anything as break-ups are hard and nothing to be belittled), but silence takes majority on my part. K and M converse with each other that K needs a man to treat her right, like a "princess" of sorts... I agree, in usual university tone - and criticism meets such vocabluary in the form of "shut the f*ck up with your big words", etc. etc.
In silence, less a demand to be dropped off immediately, I reply that I will walk through the snow and home. Hithero I have not had the chance to relate my perceptions of the evening (although the above is clustered and in short), and have not know what to say, what to do.
Perhaps the morning phone call/visit will be enough to set things straight, just as the patch was needed for an inadequate and unfullfilled civ3. What to do, what to say - may the Lord show grace.
F*ck this noise. I want to be bloody normal. I want to show that I hate the outlaws crowd. I want to be shy infront of the girl I'm hot for, at least for the first few nights out. If she can't accept this then I'm barking up the wrong fehking holy-grail.
Pathetic. Advice? Like stories to share? WOOOHHOOOOOO this is hilarious. Pre-twenties are such a blast.
IT'S NOT MY F*CKING FAULT I DRESS LIKE I'M RICH, GET A CLUE YOU CHEAP AS* PLEATHER WEARING FAGG*TS.
The music sucks, I feign enjoyment. The drink girls throw sluttly glances in my direction, I force a wink and some change back. Had I seen more silicon in one location I'd swear I was in wherever the f*ck it is they produce said element. Ah, but I finally meet the Goddess of virtue and charm, and all goes well... *sigh*, we exchance friendly stories, and a promise to meet each other on the dance floor after I purchase the Heineken delight. Had I been in the mood to flail my legs to country & western, said promise would have been filled - but it was not to be so.
I'll cut this short. The ride home with K and M was miserable, with K (the Goddess) crying since she had broken up with boyfriend x a few hours ago. Trite and insincere advice is forced (it's tough to say anything as break-ups are hard and nothing to be belittled), but silence takes majority on my part. K and M converse with each other that K needs a man to treat her right, like a "princess" of sorts... I agree, in usual university tone - and criticism meets such vocabluary in the form of "shut the f*ck up with your big words", etc. etc.
In silence, less a demand to be dropped off immediately, I reply that I will walk through the snow and home. Hithero I have not had the chance to relate my perceptions of the evening (although the above is clustered and in short), and have not know what to say, what to do.
Perhaps the morning phone call/visit will be enough to set things straight, just as the patch was needed for an inadequate and unfullfilled civ3. What to do, what to say - may the Lord show grace.
F*ck this noise. I want to be bloody normal. I want to show that I hate the outlaws crowd. I want to be shy infront of the girl I'm hot for, at least for the first few nights out. If she can't accept this then I'm barking up the wrong fehking holy-grail.
Pathetic. Advice? Like stories to share? WOOOHHOOOOOO this is hilarious. Pre-twenties are such a blast.
)goes beyond my understanding, but that's another issue. 
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