one evening out on the town and two thoughts occur to me:
1) why is it that everything must close so early in London? 10:40 pm and bars were closing. 11.30 and there were no more trains. It's like a children's town: past your bed time, time to sleep.
2) What is that preposterous fake-happy smile plastered on the faces of gay men in London. This smile that says i'm so happy with my life and everything is so fucking fabulous. i may have my own issues because i don't smile at people but, really, that smile. It just makes you want to smash some teeth.
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