Saturday, June 12, 2004
Where do all the friends go?
After doing a load of laundry, I was walking back to my apartment and noticed a group of guys out on their balcony. They seemed to be having a good time drinking beers, talking, and throwing bottles off the balcony. This is a good example of why I'm so picky about who I'm friends with as they wouldn't like me for long. I'm unable to see the joy derived from throwing bottles off a balcony, and I doubt I'd be able to contain my thoughts on the subject.
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