The traffic here never stops. For anything. Ever. I just want to get home! I don’t live that far, but it takes like an hour for me to get home everyday. Folks need to be nice, let people over, don’t go so fast that other people have to sit there. And damn man, a little rain never hurt anyone, so don’t let it slow you down to like ten miles per hour—it’s not going to burn holes through your windows!

I think flirty waitresses/bartenders are gonna be the death of me. I swear, if you’re nice to me and kinda cute, I will end up spending too much money. I’m a glutton for attention. Or my bills are just telling me I’m a glutton!

My apartment is kind of the bomb. The dude below me likes to blast his “Brown Eyed Girl” with the bass all kinds of turned up, but it’s only on the weekends during the day, but other than that, it’s a great place.

I got mad lost today. I thought I’d take a short short-cut to get to the highway more quickly. Well, I got on the highway going the wrong direction, which was you know, wrong. I ended up going back downtown and got kinda twisted around down there. Homeless people are not shameless here. They will straight up walk around with their beer. But they tend to carry it in plastic bags. I swear this man was going to lose his twelve pack if he didn’t watch it!

Completely random post, I know.

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¶ 10:30 PM