Ever feel like you have absolutely no affiliation to the place you're in? it's not that you're not part of it, in it, all over it.. but the feel of the joint is a tad tight in the crotch.
We do live in a classless society. but not in the capacity of a society with out class segregation, we are simply lacking class all together.
i was in the pits of hell last night, this place was really not my bag at all. i thankfully was 'deso dave', making sure my friends were ok throughout the night, and this makes for a speedy and sober escape when the homing instinct kicks you in the back of the knees. However, the scene i found myself in was disasterous. some other friends appeared out of nowhere and joined us but it was if i was having a nightmare; they were so different. such wankers. loud and boysterous without any similar traits to how they normally act. that pissed me off. the girls in this place were falling over, trashed, and in the worst get ups of all time. acrylic hair, nails, tan and shoes, and not much in between. fucking yuckety yuck yuck. bleeuuuuurrrhh. i've never felt so comfortable being a fly on the wall. shit fits, tears, bad lighting, bad moods, bad timing, loneliness and ill-fitting characters. and i got to witness all this. gosh life is entertaining! it was so wrong, the whole thing - that even in the skanky loo, i looked at my choice of underwear and thought... even these aren't right for this place. when the place you're in has an atmosphere reeeeeking of pretention that makes even your trusty bonds feel insecure, fire escapes and drop n' roll style exiting must be performed immediately , if not sooner.
and while i'm at it, fuck door bitches. terrible make up and a bullshit attitudes.
gentle reminder bitch, you're holding a clip board, not a gun. we are not affraid.
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