Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Dear Diary, or, the Day Karma Became Politically Correct

Saw a guy about an Aprilia SL1000.  She's a 2-cylinder, half-naked sportbike and looked way hotter in real life compared to the pictures.  Ran home and wired him the money.  Think I might call her April.

Then I went salsa dancing at century.  Then one of my female friends bitched at me for five songs about that one time last year that I tried not to dance with a guy.  Then I left.  I tried to get pizza, but the shop was closed.  Then I went home.

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