Blah blah fucking blah. No. 1 Chinese was fun tonight, except I had to yell at a chick for telling me I danced so cute. This after three girls already told me how cute I was. I am so tired of fucking patronizing fag hags not realizing how offensive they are.
The moon is almost full. I wanted to go for a long walk tonight and missed Peter, realized everyone is lame in comparison. Anyone that lives near me want to be my walking buddy, and go on late night walks shooting the shit?
Also, I think I am not going to any more gay bars for at least a month. Hopefully longer. Me and Proust = boyfriends forever. My one and only love these days.
Disc 2, Song #15 of 69 Love Songs = Best Song Ever.
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