After work, we sat and talked shit [one of my favourite pastimes] and went to the cafe. I saw Dutchy and actually apologised* then sat out back and got to know a semi-new bar girl at work, coz I decided I should take it upon myself to welcome her to the family. My social life has reached an all time low. And now it's 2:07am and I should be asleep saving energy for Wellington's biggest carnival tomorrow and an amazing night in town. But instead I'm writing to all my non-existent readers. But my point is that I apologised. Ew. I didn't like it.
C
*I rarely apologise. The fact that I went to the cafe after yelling at him was, in my eyes, an apology. Or at least an admission of me fucking it up and trying to make it better. But I said sorry and that I still wanted to be friends coz he's pretty fly and I wonder if we could fool round if we were both drunk enough. I'm holding out for that. But the point of this is that I'm not big on apologies. I'm a fan of pretending nothing happened.
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