I'm home after a long night of blood and boba. I've just finished conversing with a good friend on the internet. It looks like we're going to REWIND again. I hope that I get enough people to go this time. I was just there last week. Shit. I'm such a night owl. I really gotta stop this whole scene. Anyway, this friend (who must remain nameless for now) is going to have a some sort of drama at the club. I don't really know with who, but my main objective is to not really enjoy myself but look after him in case emotions run high. I digress...it shouldn't go further than that.

Funny thing happened at Relaxation tonight. As I was pondering upon the previous entry, something was jammed into my right set of ribs. A stranger whispered, "You better shut the hell up and gimme your money!" I thought that someone from my table was screwing with me again. I turned around while this blunt object was being jammed into my side. "Oh SHIT! I thought you were someone else!" He ran behind the counter turning pink and laughing in embarassment. It turns out that he was an employee from the damn cafe and thought I was a co-worker of his. Just another classic case of mistaken identity. I joked with him a little bit and I even scored a free thai tea boba off of it. So no harm done. My side is still a bit sore, but hey we're all friends here.

Ugh...I am gonna pay for that oreo milk tea. I'm cursed with this handicap of lactose intolerance. Just imagine the things that I miss out on.

Pink and blue shrimp chips anyone?