St. Louis Blues

I’m here with a much better group this time.  Though I had a salad, a glass of wine, and an entree for around $60.  

But…  I don’t know.  I like the girls.  No issue with that.  I just look around me and (with the exception of people I already know and like) the people I see disgust me.  Theoretically handsome boys at the bar, some with cigarettes in their hands, and I am repulsed.

Though, to be fair, they might have been repulsed by my wonky hair, flip flops, and fundamentally boho look.  I was much happier sitting in the plane, off in my own little world, working on a pet project.  

Somehow, I think this just isn’t going to work out for me.  Which is ok.  Me and the dog are getting along just fine.

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St. Louis Blues

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