Sup, weird bunch of papers?
Is this what I do now every day, tell the happenings of the day to some book using a pencil? Man, Octy has way too much influence on me.
Anyway, today was a day just like always, I stood up at about 2 pm, went down to the kitchen, took a sip of coffee and some toasts, which I had to make myself as Octy wasn’t at home that time, so now we’re almost out of toast… I just don’t know what went wrong, it’s like they’re in this damn toaster for one minute and they come out like they have been there for an entire day, so I decided to eat them just without toasting them.
After this quick breakfast I went upstairs into my room again, where my wubmachine already waited for me. I swear, every time I’m not there I can hear it screaming, it’s like ‘C’mooon Vinyl, drop some bass! You know you want to!’ and I’m always like ‘Noo, I’m busy right now, you see, I’m doing… stuff… ah screw it.’ That’s the time the badass bass wakes up the entire village at around 3am. But they don’t complain about it, I mean they can be happy to have such a famous artist here, they wouldn’t dare to scare me away, would they? OK, maybe Twilight is sometimes a little upset about the volume, but it’s not like it’s my fault her house tree grows right next to my house, is it? Someday she’ll get used to it and stop sending Spike over to set the cables on fire. At least I hope so, otherwise I have to buy her some ear protectors. Hm, actually that would be an awesome gift for Christmas, right? Great, now I can delete this from my To-Do-List. Still haven’t anything for Octy, but it’s still a month till Christmas, I’m pretty sure I’ll think about something just in time, like always. Nothing to worry about.
Except… actually the day wasn’t quite like any day else. This night, in the club, there was this one strange guy. I know, there are often some weird folks at the club, but this one was… special weird. He just stood there, not drinking anything, not dancing, not speaking to anypony. He just stood there and stared at me, with some wicked ‘I’ll rape the shit out of you’- look. Jeez, this was a bit frightening, I admit, but as a DJ I mustn’t show this type of emotions or the crowd will panic right away, and that is not the best thing for the business, I’m sure about that (of course nothing like that ever happened to me, as I’m pretty awesome and stuff). If I see this guy more often I may get a bit distracted, but I have the security on my side to solve situations like this. Plus, he just saw me in Club Luna, I can’t be sure if he knows exactly where I’m performing every evening, I mean not even I am aware of that, it wouldn’t be the first time when I just look at my calendar in the evening, realizing that I have to be in some club in about 5 minutes. But what if he’d been following me for days and last night was just the first time I spotted him? Nah, mustn’t get myself into thoughts like this, that’s not good for my performances.
So ehm, what else happened the day? Octy came home with some awesome apple pie from AJ, I swear to Celestia, I’d kill to get more of this cake. It’s like the mother of all apple pies, it was this (!) big, with this amazing frosting all over it, but unfortunately it’s all away now. Octy keeps blaming me for this, but I’m pretty sure that she ate the whole remaining pie. Mh, maybe not. But at least I didn’t eat it all by myself, I left her two pieces, just for her! Without frosting, though, but she said she has to ‘watch her waistline’, so actually I made her a favor, right?
Alright, enough for today. See- ehm, write? You tomorrow.
Cya