The other night, I was MySpacin', the usual. Adriana posted a bulletin about how she was bored, and so was I. So I'm like, "What the hell are we doing on MySpace on a Saturday night?" So I told her to get her ass on BART. And we met at Daly City, but we jumped back on the train and headed to N. Berkeley. We met Oksana and Brandon at the station, and I brought party favors. Twas fun. We went to this hippie show where it was like a guy and his hippie wife singing really simple and slow, hippie tunes. All this old people were interpretive dancing to it, so I joined in, looking ridiculous, but I fit in, methinks. Brandon got drunk and wanted to make out with Adriana and his friend Emily, and she was like "But...I'm a girl." I lawled. On the walk back, Brandon peed, wanted to climb a tree...All these stops lead to us missing the last train by mere seconds. Seconds. So Oksana called her dad to ask him for a ride, but he said if she paid for a cab that'd he reimburse her, so we hopped in a cab. I asked the guy if we were on Taxicab Confessions. He had no idea what I was talking about, so I just asked if people had sex in the cab. And he said every week. "Ewww...do you sanitize the seats?" "I love sex.' "Haha..." It got more awkward after that so I asked him to turn up the musics. And lastnight was another trip to the gothadelic club. Lotsa drinky drinky. Lotsa goths. The White Stripes canceled! That means it's totally awesome I didn't get a ticket!
Oh, and I embarrassed myself in front of the oh-so-talented artist, Andrew Yang again :[
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