Another Day Goes By
So Yesterday I Didn't Go To Bed Till About 5-6am And Woke Up At About 1:00pm, Went TO Shifties(Nickname: Shifty, I Do Beleive Thats Proper Grammar, But I Am Over-Thinking It). Hung Out There For A While, Till About 6:30, Just Shootin' The Shit. After That I Went To A Play... "City Of Angels" For A Musical... I Didn't Mind Watching It. After The Play, Aaron Dropped Me Back Off At My House And Loathe An Behold Allward And The Shifty One In My Driveway So Straight From The Play To A Party. The Night Was Quite Odd. It Was At Andies(Overthought) New Place, He Was Asleep.By the End Of The Night There Were Six Empty 40s, Too Many Cans To Count, An EMpty Fifth, And An Empty Pint. Mind You The Only Thing I Had Planned Was The Play, Everything Else Just Kind OF Happened... Anyways Long Story Short, I Didn't Get Home 'Til Seven This Morning, And Woke Up At Two, Then Started Laundry
OK! The Name Will Change.... But Here's Random Shit I Typed
08-19-04
After long days of travel he finds himself in the middle of a lonely town. He Walks in to the bar where he finds several peasants. He thinks to himself “No one here looks fit for fighting” He Sits at the Red Wood Table with matching chair, MoorDenaar, is all he responds to, 5’10’’ with dark green eyes. Long black hair that stretches just past his ears, his spike-like bangs fall to his nose one over each eye. Wearing his Dark Brown trench coat, that clash with his faded black jeans and worn straw Peasant hat. Seemingly unequipped he takes his seat. As he sits he places his dark black steel toe boots atop the table, hangs his trench coat over the back of the chair, and places his hat on the chair next to him. As he leans back in the worn, but inviting chair; the rest of the bar notice his lone Katana at his left side, he raises his hand and waves over a bartender and places his order.
OK! The Name Will Change.... But Here's Random Shit I Typed
08-19-04
After long days of travel he finds himself in the middle of a lonely town. He Walks in to the bar where he finds several peasants. He thinks to himself “No one here looks fit for fighting” He Sits at the Red Wood Table with matching chair, MoorDenaar, is all he responds to, 5’10’’ with dark green eyes. Long black hair that stretches just past his ears, his spike-like bangs fall to his nose one over each eye. Wearing his Dark Brown trench coat, that clash with his faded black jeans and worn straw Peasant hat. Seemingly unequipped he takes his seat. As he sits he places his dark black steel toe boots atop the table, hangs his trench coat over the back of the chair, and places his hat on the chair next to him. As he leans back in the worn, but inviting chair; the rest of the bar notice his lone Katana at his left side, he raises his hand and waves over a bartender and places his order.