- Serious jamming to 'My Girls' in my bug with my bffz at a light while the train passed. The man to our left started dancing and then put on a clown nose. Loud as shit, singing, clapping, and this man is jammin with a fucking clown nose.
- Falling to the floor of the Culture Room @ the Streetlight show last night. I had five people on top of me, surrounded by furious skanking/moshing, in the middle of the pit during the first song, saw pitch black and could barely get my arm through for someone to grab me.
- Being convinced I lost Justin's ring after he let me borrow it earlier that day, simply stating, "As long as you don't lose it or anything." After the show, I stopped at a gas station so Kyle could get something to eat. As I unrolled my jeans, the ring tumbled out and landed perfectly in the palm of my hand.
- Having a near death experience driving home (on Davie road of course) because a guy whipped pass at like 60 on red while I was making a left turn on my nice little green arrow. Everyone was really scared and I didn't get any adrenaline.
I laid on the corner of the couch this morning and cuddled up in a colorful old comforter.
The light became beautiful and I slept.
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