My beautiful friend Alex doing her first graffiti piece. It’s that insane hand. She’s something else.
I met an insanely cool stripper last night. I didn’t even see her tits, we just talked for like 45 minutes. I wish I had met her in a bar or something instead, because I’m pretty sure strippers don’t give out their numbers, and it would’ve been really cool to hang out with her at some other venue. Oh weeeeells.
I feel like I walked into a trap, and I’m not happy about it. Fuck it.
This pizza box gave my a papercut. I’ve never felt more betrayed.
Fuuuuuuck, there’s this guy going from table to table outside this pizza place selling stuff, and I have half a beer left. I’m trapped!