Since we - and by we, I mean myself - still talking about life and thinking over and over again about what happened.
Sueco took a picture of us at the diner table and didn't send it to me until now, I'm so pissed about that. I wanted those pictures, the portrait of a shitty night.
Lontra wins in the cuteness and quirkiness. But is missing and when people go missing I tend to get suspicious and be less and less interested.
I saw SFO's sister's doppelgänger in my flight back home. They even share the same name, it was absurd! Well, I send him a message saying I met this woman in a flight and his answer made me want to punch him. And now I know it wouldn't never work out.
Just figure I don't know how to act when people are interested in me. Trying to keep the expectations as low as possible, because I know how hard it could get later on.
Nelson Mandela passed away today, sad.
Where's my The Front Bottoms concert to make it go away?
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