The day was Saturday. This day, Jillian came over with her bicycle, so we browsed around, had pastas, and did something that I've wanted to do for a really long time. This day was the first day of August. "Good morning, starshine. The earth says hello!"
Jillian, Paul, David and I went down to Julia's to celebrate her official entry to the summer, ridding summer school, embracing her birthday soon to come, too. Some people, three males in particular, made the night extremely weird. I don't even want to go further than this, but I'll list off some of the concepts that existed: poppers and pot and sitting on each other and pinching nipples and asking if their nipples were hard or mild hard? Hot, medium, mild or honey garlic?
It was an odd evening out, nevertheless enjoyable. And hilarious.