you have no idea the amount of philisophical thinking that one can do in a strip club
truly. i swear. lets look at some topics, shall we?
-i think i want to fall in love with a stripper.
-do strippers really care if you look them in the eyes?
-nothing i can say to a stripper can possibly come off as anything other than "this is some guy who was just oggling me naked, he cant be cool. which is a really lame feeling to have, cuz i really wanted to go to one girl tonight and ask her about her tattoos, cuz i couldnt quite get a good look at them. also, she was incredibly pretty.
... i dont think i have anything else right now... it was pretty fun, regardless. and it beat staying at home, even though i was getting really into rock band. oh well.
on a lesser note, as much as id like to get into my whole new "apathetic/nihilistic approach to life" thing that i kindof have going on right now, i am just reminded that no matter how much you can say you dont care, and are trying to not let things affect you, people just have a way of stabbing right at the core of you. also, i have a way of taking things very, very personally.
praise odin.