The time I rode a mechanical bull
Probably not the best thing when you still have whiplash.
Had a lot on my mind this weekend so my friends dragged me out. It was a hella weird weekend.
Paul and I went to a total of five parties, all of which were vastly different than expected. I really needed a distraction. So Paul paid $10 to have me go onto a mechanical bull. Quick but fun.
Did I ever tell you that Berlingirl was here studying dance?
Here’s the thing: In the last party of the night, for the grey-eyed girl, I met yet another German girl studying dance here in the big city except she was from Köln.
What’re the chances?
I spent the rest of the night chatting with her and the grey-eyed girl until 3AM or so. And then we were gone.
Can’t tell you how many times these days that I daydream of running away somewhere.
Then the 2 train comes and brings me someplace I don’t really want to be but gotta.
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I’m at my parents place and my dad is singing to himself. It’s midnight. How cute is that?
Location: 21:15 yest, leaving office
Mood: exhausted
Music: Digging deep for clues on higher ground
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