I went to Subway today because my friends really wanted to go, and they were actually blasting techno. In the Subway, at lunch time. It was sooo European.
This guy at the bar yesterday told me he was an engineer for Mercedes. That was probably one of the ballsiest lies I've ever heard. It's not a French story, but one time I was at this lame club on 18-and-over night with some friends in early November. I was dancing with this guy who told me that he was celebrating because he had graduated med school tonight. On a Thursday night in November. And then when he found out I was nineteen he told me he was twenty. Nice.
I hate Sean Paul, and sometimes I feel like I'm the only one. Every time a Sean Paul song comes on at a bar everyone surges the dance floor. It's like Mony Mony for my generation. I literally can't distinguish between his songs. I understand if he sucks at writing songs, I mean, I suck at physics. But I don't design airplanes, and similarly he shouldn't push his psuedo-reggae house rap on us.
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