Oh. Hey. Sup.
Well. Had this for a while. Yet to make any journal-y posts.
I'll start with a story.
At my flat, we get free newspapers every day. Not the regular, circular free ones. The kind with actual news, that you pay two dollars or something for at the dairy, or that you get delivered. Subscription papers. I just assumed it was good luck, or the last tenants had failed to cancel their subscription, so I was talking about how great the free papers were with my flatmate, and how stupid the last tenants were for not cancelling their subscription.
Well, no. As it turns out, I had come home one night at four in the morning, just as the guy that delivers the newspapers was starting our street. I helped him deliver all his papers, and in return, he now delivers newspapers to our house for free. Of course, I have no memory of this incident as I was plastered.
So there you go. Journal type virginity gone. Cherry popped. Ship sailed.
You get the idea.
I'll start with a story.
At my flat, we get free newspapers every day. Not the regular, circular free ones. The kind with actual news, that you pay two dollars or something for at the dairy, or that you get delivered. Subscription papers. I just assumed it was good luck, or the last tenants had failed to cancel their subscription, so I was talking about how great the free papers were with my flatmate, and how stupid the last tenants were for not cancelling their subscription.
Well, no. As it turns out, I had come home one night at four in the morning, just as the guy that delivers the newspapers was starting our street. I helped him deliver all his papers, and in return, he now delivers newspapers to our house for free. Of course, I have no memory of this incident as I was plastered.
So there you go. Journal type virginity gone. Cherry popped. Ship sailed.
You get the idea.