Srange meetings

I met this homeless guy yesterday, who's surprisingly well educated and interesting. He's 35 years old, he's arab, he's a freak, and he knows everything about tarot card, among other things.

Welcome to my world. I still can't believe this friend of mine was grossed out by the fact I hang out with homeless people. God, this man is way more interesting than mostly everyone I met in the past few months. He could actually HOLD a conversation with me for a couple of freaking HOURS! Nobody I know thinks I'm interesting enough to talk to me for that long.

Other new: Charles got an infection to his tongue piercing because he gave some oral sex to some girl, who I guess wasn't clean after all. Hahaha, well at least *I*'m clean. (What a bitch am I tonight, nieh). At least I respect that girl (unlike some other bitch I won't name who seems to think my boyfriend belongs to her. Listen you slut, he's MY boyfriend, and *I* gave him the right to have sex with WHOEVER he fucking wants, so you have NOTHING to say about it, allright?!)

I'm already late on my cegep shit. Whatever.