Another night in review. Last night was, at first, a terrible night. The first half of the evening was not too bad, but I spent the later hours running up and down hills whilst calling people on my phone, frantically trying to find somewhere to sleep. It worked itself out. Among the highlights this evening were meeting friends, talking to this stuck-up bitch I used to know who pretended she didn’t remember me, and meeting up with some people I haven’t had the chance to meet up with yet. My conversation with stuck-up bitch was a result of me walking around the mass of people trying to find people i knew, and talking to them, as one does. The conversation went something like this:
“Hey! Long time no see!” I say, flashing an awkward smile.
“I don’t know you.” she answered, with a kind of quizzical, slightly retarded tilt of her head.
“Yeah, you do! It’s me, Magnus Holen!” I continued.
“No, I don’t know you.” she replied, tilting her head to the other side like she was Bambi or something.
This agitated me somewhat, I was unable to in any sense perceive her as being even remotely interesting so I mumbled something she wouldn’t like to hear and walked away.
I drank some more.
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