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Last night was odd.
Odd in the sense that I ended up at a hotel room with strangers saying "I've heard about you"
What's that supposed to mean?
God could only know.
We brought everything but the kitchen sink to a hotel room.
For what reason, I am not sure.
The room was smokey, I was cranky, but what else is new?
I hate doing new things lately. My sense of adventure is shot.
One too many adventures have been far from the definition of a good time lately.
I like my bed, I like them comfort of my own room, too much to be away from them.
Depressed?
Maybe.
Sick of the bullshit quest for a "good time".
Hell yeah.
Odd in the sense that I ended up at a hotel room with strangers saying "I've heard about you"
What's that supposed to mean?
God could only know.
We brought everything but the kitchen sink to a hotel room.
For what reason, I am not sure.
The room was smokey, I was cranky, but what else is new?
I hate doing new things lately. My sense of adventure is shot.
One too many adventures have been far from the definition of a good time lately.
I like my bed, I like them comfort of my own room, too much to be away from them.
Depressed?
Maybe.
Sick of the bullshit quest for a "good time".
Hell yeah.