My couch reminds me of the Black lecher who gave it to me. Whenever he sees me, he tries to come on to me. I think it’s the drugs. A normal person wouldn’t be able to be THAT flirtatious with anyone. When I first went to his house – because I was being nice – he asked me if I wanted some cocaine. I am anti-drug.
For some reason today I was very sad. In the beginning of the day, it was because I hadn’t left my house early enough to do marketing for my business. Then, later in the day I became unhappy over the South Asian invasion my city is undergoing. I can’t trust my MP to listen to me complain about it: he’s probably some idiot cuc.k.