So, here I was.
On the trolly bus, on my way home. Thinking of the quiet Friday night ahead, spent analysing the poems that the tour-songs are based on.
All no-make-up, dirty hair, random flip-flops, having spent the day with the Spanish one, dumplings and sunshine.
So, as I said, here I was.
And lo-and-behold, one of my homies sends me a message saying that she absolutely wants to go out and no one's taking the bait.
To which my answer was: "Have I ever said "no" to you, my dear?"
I've now done my hair, my face, and I just need to get dressed.
THIS IS SO GOOD, let's be honest.
Why? you may ask.
Well, that's because the next time I have a free weekend the calendar says "3rd of August, 2013".
That's why.
So off I go, to Yolo- and Humourland.
Peace.
M.
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