Last few weeks I've been frequenting an industrial club in Detroit called Leland City Club. I've been taking to it quite well. Though when I'm in there I find myself wishing I was single. Before we left at like 3:30 this morning, I started talking to a guy who was holding a sign that said free hugs. He was wearing a black suit and had some pop-in vamp teeth in. He asked me and my friends to go get some breakfast after they closed at 4 and I very much wanted to.....until we found out he was 36. And, of course, I'm dating someone.....lol. But he was most definately hot stuff. But we went out to eat by ourselves and got seriously hit on by some drunks....although cute drunks. I think it was our fault because we all looked like whores. Like I was in a red plaid and black skirt and black bodice. Then I slept four hours and worked until 11:30pm. I just got home. Fun stuff.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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