8:41pm on a wednesday night. Some girl just not only decided that I wasn't her type, but that she wasn't my type. Fucking bitch. I have the whole "my type" thing under control, thank you very much.
So now...I just wasted $20 in martinis on a leaf node. I have this sudden feelling like I need to reclaim wednesday night, lest it be lost in the void of failed attempts. Can't decide what to do...I guess that's obvious, because if I had figured something out I'd be out doing it. I'm a little too buzzed for the Aprilia :(
[Edit]
9:24pm -- melancholy turned to anger. Thats only ...43 minutes. Badass.
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