Freakshow
Hello everybody! How you doing? (Say it like Joey)
I spent last night looking at the freaks in the streets. There's quite a few of them here in Melbourne. Sometimes I wish the people I know here knew Swedish, 'cause I love to talk about people! Especially freaks. I think that's one of my biggest interests, watching people. It's way better than the movies, which I don't really like by the way.
We spent maybe half an hour just looking for people that according to me are skinny. Apparently, in Australia skinny is a good word. It's the same as slim here. Which, I think is a completely wrong!
It all started when someone called me skinny, and I got offended! Cause skinny to me is bony, mager, benig! Which I'm not! I like slim, but I don't wanna be called skinny! So everytime he wants to tease me he calls me skinny, and that's WHEN I HIT HIM! Mohahaha!
So I was gonna show him what skinny was, so we sat down with some sushirolls and looked for skinny people. Skinny as in bony. It was kind of hard. You can't really count Asian people, cause they're always skinnier. But I think we found 3 or 4 white chicks that were what he called too skinny! Ha!
Then we played some pool, and I kind of sucked. I was sober too... Why is it that you're always a better pool player when you're a little tipsy? Anybody? Anybody? Tell me!
Then strangely the time was 1:40am, but I had no clue! I thought I saw somewhere that it was 11:40pm, so I was really happy that I got back early so I could sleep a little longer than usual. But when I tucked myself in I had to log on to Facebook on my phone quickly, and the time was freakin 1:40! Strange.
Skinny.
