I was gender-trolling Omegle. It was some fun. And also sort of depressing. When a person doesn't know another, real thoughts can often be shared. Yes, I did get called a freak. Interesting.
Fixed my bad day yesterday by going out with some pals and drinking and dancing. I got pretty trashed. And I passed. Almost too intensely well. I was dancing with a guy. And all he wanted to do was make out. I was too drunk to explain to him why I just wanted to dance and nothing else. It turned out just fine. But it was vaguely difficult in my state. Thanks for great friends and the thought of my awesome boyfriend.
And I pulled my calf muscle dancing. How ridiculous is that?
Again: I love my friends. They make my life.