i don’t know why i am hanging out on the floor of the bar maybe it’s something i like to do when i am blotto because i have zero self-respect. fil keeps calling me to discuss his comments with him and i am like DUDE MY FONE ISN’T FREE DURING THE DAY AND ALSO I AM PAYING TO USE THE INTERNET RIGHT NOW AT A CAFE LEAVE ME ALONE! something like that and he is all NO ONE CARES! and now i forget what i was going to write about.
making my way over here a dog sniffed my hand and walked along with me for half a block and i wished that i could of hung out with him all day.
