Tonight was stupid. Parts of it were fun..I sort of got to hang out with Lorenzo behind the dj booth when he wasn't dancing all over the place, but he's fun, and a fucking cutie. I would've had more fun at Ibiza if I hadn't fucking tried to be nice to a fucking dude who couldn't part with Facebook long enough to talk to me for five minutes. You're at a CLUB..with dance music playing all over the place..EVEN I DON'T DO THAT. Ohoh..and when he saw me the first thing he said was "How did you even get up here? Did you bribe them or something?" REALLY? Ouch. Even those two things didn't bother me that much until I noticed that every time I was up around the dj booth area he peaced out..and the second I left he was back up there..Wtf is that about?? WHAT DID I EVEN DO?? Wow..I don't even know why all of that happening pissed me off so much..but how typical is that?? And why does this shit ALWAYS fucking happen to me? I bet you can guess what I'm never doing again..
I guess it's just proof that dudes never grow out of the asshole stage. Awesome.
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