It's friday, which means ....well, nothing except that it's Friday.
I almost got puked on walking home from the train station Monday. Literally puked on. I thought someone was pouring water over the ledge that I was walking under, come to find out it was a person projectile vomiting. Awesome. I dodged it, so don't worry your pretty little faces off.
My goal for the next few weeks is to find a valentine. This pretty much only means someone to watch Star Wars with me and drink booze, while self-loathing. If I can't, I will default to a friend (no one in particular), which shouldn't be too hard to persuade. If it is, I guess I will buy myself chocolates and call it a day.