Last night Metcalf and I took a long awaited taxi down to the peninsula in Newps to try and get loose. First we hit up Blue Beet but jetpacked outta there. Apparently if you know the bouncers friends friends friends many friends you can just walk right in. That guy should be fired for being so "cool". 

 So we traveled over to Sharkees and ordered some rounds. After I had a few I looked around to see what female I was going to hit up. I quickly realized it didnt matter. Every chick was cookie cutter. Since I didnt want to hear the word "like" 50 times a sentence I ended going home alone. Tragic ending. Whoopee.