Tonight i feel i reached a crossroads.
Or something...yeah.
Basically was talking to some bird, i mean she was a solid 7/10, y'know the type, or perhaps you don't.
She was sitting with friends of my younger cousin, who basically, is a horrible chav type, who if possible, i don't associate with, but if pissed will say hello.
So my cousins mate, who is a chav, was wearing hoody, tracksuit bottoms and some generic horrible chav type trainer.
So i ses to da hoe, who's lookin better, this chav guy or me, y'know chinos, high tops, graphic T, real G'd up hipster shyt smh lol.
And she says him. I mean, if this the kind of girl i have to work with?
I was even criticised for my hair because it's medium length and isn't a buzz cut. I mean my hair is fukking great. No question about it tbf.
Makes me question what i'm doing on this earth, you know?
Drunk posting