What on earth is up with the . . . well erm world!
Today I went to the opening of a club and I had a lot of fun. Talked to a very pretty girl who found me very funny as I fumbled over things to say to her. I told her that I don't really go over to random ladies and talk to them and that I didn't really have anything to say other than I like her. She said that I should start by asking her a question. So I asked if she was for or against organised religion. She said that I should maybe ask a lower brow question. To you who live a normal and happy life this would seem like little to nothing but I often feel totally disconnected and the fact that however fleeting my time was with this fine lady she got me and that was the best gift anyone could ever give me. I had a lot more fun of which I will not speak. I will add one more thing however. My good friend and flat mate met another lady that night and started with the kissy kissy. I went to leave but was asked by him to stay. I stayed and danced because half a bottle of Jim Beam said I should really do so. So on the dance flow I had fun, got told that I was putting everyone else to shame but hey I was born to dance. Ended up getting chatted up by a guy who was too drunk to realise that I was straight and so ended up retreating to the bar where my mate was. At this point my mate told me that I was very drunk and that he had to walk me home. I told him that I was fine and just escaping the wrong kind of interest. He then reiterated that I was too drunk so I agreed with him. His lady friend called me a knob head. Being slightly drunk my brain told me I heard wrong. I said sorry to which she replied again that I was indeed a knob head. I apologised to her and told her that I would leave that seconded so that I would annoy her no longer. As I walked by her she went to hit me (lucky my flat mate stopped her). What on earth did I do wrong there? I mean I all I did was leave when asked too. Anyone bored enough to have read to these words please shed light on this untimely event!
Today I went to the opening of a club and I had a lot of fun. Talked to a very pretty girl who found me very funny as I fumbled over things to say to her. I told her that I don't really go over to random ladies and talk to them and that I didn't really have anything to say other than I like her. She said that I should start by asking her a question. So I asked if she was for or against organised religion. She said that I should maybe ask a lower brow question. To you who live a normal and happy life this would seem like little to nothing but I often feel totally disconnected and the fact that however fleeting my time was with this fine lady she got me and that was the best gift anyone could ever give me. I had a lot more fun of which I will not speak. I will add one more thing however. My good friend and flat mate met another lady that night and started with the kissy kissy. I went to leave but was asked by him to stay. I stayed and danced because half a bottle of Jim Beam said I should really do so. So on the dance flow I had fun, got told that I was putting everyone else to shame but hey I was born to dance. Ended up getting chatted up by a guy who was too drunk to realise that I was straight and so ended up retreating to the bar where my mate was. At this point my mate told me that I was very drunk and that he had to walk me home. I told him that I was fine and just escaping the wrong kind of interest. He then reiterated that I was too drunk so I agreed with him. His lady friend called me a knob head. Being slightly drunk my brain told me I heard wrong. I said sorry to which she replied again that I was indeed a knob head. I apologised to her and told her that I would leave that seconded so that I would annoy her no longer. As I walked by her she went to hit me (lucky my flat mate stopped her). What on earth did I do wrong there? I mean I all I did was leave when asked too. Anyone bored enough to have read to these words please shed light on this untimely event!
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My back isn't that horrible, at least not at the moment, but thanks for your concern. Although I'm prefering this to your hand. But atleast you can poke people in the eye all the time and say it's an accident.
I think those people who give those tests are like the dentists that don't fully novicane your mouth before they start working. They're evil, evil I tell you. When they did mine they had to stop early because my muscles were so tense that they couldn't get the needles in - so I guess my people were nicer.