Location: 22:43 yest, my desk with a glass of rum
Music: maybe You’re gonna be the one who saves me
Saturday’s a strange day. Get caught in the rain before I head to a dinner party with the girl in the top pic from this entry when Syd’s lens cap falls into the subway tracks. Have to wait an hour for someone to fish it out. At the party, the toilet gets clogged and I’m the only one that tells the host about it. Course, people think I did it, but whaddya gonna do? Meet a blue-eyed girl whom I walk back and tell I’ll meet up for caramels. She says she’s game.
Because of the movie, lately a lotta people tell me that my life is like the male Sex and the City. Dunno – never seen an episode. Don’t understand why, though, it’s not like I sit around drinking pink drinks, gossiping all the time and jumping from bed to bed. It’s tough enough falling asleep in my own bed.
Besides, life is in the living – you should be living your real life and not watching someone else’s made up one, yeah?
Unless, of course, it’s James Bond.
Yes, it looks like something interesting. It’s not, just friends.