It’s been sometime since I’ve felt this way, and by that I don’t mean horny. This weird lust for just dropping everything and heading somewhere by myself keeps presenting itself in my head. Quit your wishful thinking, I’m not going to runaway and not come back. I mean just, get stoned every possible night, and hopefully laid. All the debauchery and like.
Maybe it’s just how life goes, in phases(purple patches? shit patches?). Just depends on the amount/sort of patches you get innit?
Last night I went to Timbre @ SubStation with my NS friends. It was pretty fun, except KC had half a glass and quit. He is uncle, but one who cannot drink. Not to say that I can, but at least I don’t quit after half a pint…
Anyway. I’ve never been one to club. 2/3 of my best friends club. I cannot find any attraction in it except picking up and getting/grinding girls. Which is admittedly tempting, however, the chances are, you’ll find yourself grinding against another dude’s balls. How hot is that? Not to mention I can’t dance. So it gives me a good reason to only go when my friend’s plan to chill out, pubs and such.
But last night for some reason, My inner voice told me last night that it might be a pretty good idea to go clubbing. It was probably the beer talking, but it’s still my inner voice lor. Seriously though… still not my cuppa tea, now that I’m sober.
Weekends..
