That’s it now, I'm so far in the red the idea of ever being straight with the banks again seems, frankly silly. I've had to say twice to people this last week that I literally have no money, however they still believe or choose the figurative.
Halloween just past I can say it was an average night out at liquid, save for the fact that I was more or less sober. So I noted the smell of sweat much more that I normally would, the club stank. All the usual bad things were encountered, inability to find anyone once lost, lighting which blinds and certainly hinders finding people and of course been packed in like sardines. I was safe from the ridiculous bar times by having no money though.
Then for some reason most people left really early and one got predictably off her bizzy P face completely… and dancing on your own, tsk that’s definitely a no-no in a place like liquid!
There’s more to say, but I'm really tired. perhaps the negative money situation is transpiring to make me more grumpy, it’s weird, I feel so weird sometimes these days. Enough, these are words for some place else than this page!
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