Esplanade, cliche.
This was f*cking fulling.
Cafe Cartel dinner. The complimentary buns were worth the greediness.
"Pussyfoot" has been milky, fruity and boring. That's a few bucks down the drain. Life sucks when there's not enough money to splurge.
The one in black was sprouting nonsense across the whole evening on how Vivian is in love with her, etc. Self-indulgence must have been her life-long motto.
The day we sent Jordan off to Finland. Hope everything's fine for him there. Stay safe.
Holiday feels great. You can do what you want. For me, I'm rotting at home for sure.
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