(diaryland) June 17, 2004 - 10:38 a.m.

There was something I didn't like about sitting around in a McDonalds in the middle of the night in the middle of the city near some surly homechildren and many old ladies who talked to the air and wild scruffy men who asked other wild scruffy men what they, "you know, do?" eating a lukewarm cheeseburger meal, all whilst wearing a ridiculous flowery blazer.

I wish I wasn't wearing the pink flowery blazer at the time. Nobody seemed to mind vocally about it, but at the time I felt like Liberace wandering around in a Mad Max movie.