Well, Im glad somebody actually shared some stories with me.
I dont really have a boring life, some would say, in fact, people say I do shit all the time, but its not the same.
Yes, I like to party and do it often, but I think only to fill in a lot of time I would be alone.
I am usually with a bunch of people on Friday and Saturday night.
Come to think of it, usually the rest of the time, as well.
I still get lonely around a bunch of people, it probably sounds absurd.
Anyway, I guess I should share my weekend story. Like the title of the topic states, I am a night stalker, I dont usually get out to at least 11, mostly later. Never return until the sun starts to rise.
Friday, after I posted this, I left and went to a club.
Nothing but a bunch of superficial assholes drooling all over me.
Saturday, or should I say this morning, we caught up with the after club party around 2:30.
Right now, I am going to a superbowl party, ugh, I hate sports, so we are waiting till its almost over with to join in on the fun.
And I guess after that, I will go home for the first time in three days. This gets SOOO old.
Friends are awesome, though, dont get me wrong.