Duuude, diary! Man this whiskey just blows my head off, but it’s just too delicious to quit drinking it, you know? It’s like Celestia speaks to us through it, and I don’t want to miss a single word of her. Probably it’s not the best idea to write into you right now, but I need somebook to talk to, and I guess you’ll do the job. Congratulations, you’re hired!
Being in the club all night isn’t new to me, but usually I stay sober during my performance, don’t want to fuck up all this awesome music, y’know? But today, there was like no option to stay sober. This one weird stallion just won the lottery and he was so damn hammered, whooo! I don’t know how much he spent for me, but it was a looot, y’can believe me. Every time he was like ‘Man, Vinyl, you’re just my favorite DJ, ok? I just love you! Is this weird? I mean, I just met you, and I say I love you… but I do! And to prove this, I’ll buy you a drink, you pick!’ and I was all like ‘Dude, you already bought like half the bar for me, you don’t have to buy one more, plus I have to get on stage again, and by now I can’t see all the buttons on my table, this is not the way to be a DJ, y’know?’ and then he was like ‘C’mon, P0n3, just one more drink! Let me enjoy this night with my favorite mare, I’ll buy you anything you want!’ and I said every time ‘Alright then, but just one more! Gimme that Equestrian Comfort, with ice!’ That happened like 15 times, so yeah, I’m a little wasted right now.
Yeah, that’s pretty everything that happened that night. Now excuse me, I’ll just go make me some pancakes and go to bed.
Whoa, last night was sick. I see I already reported some of it, and there isn’t much more that I can remember. But somehow I get the feeling that this guy was the same guy like the night before, remember? The one that kept staring at me? Man, this guy is creepy. I doubt he really won the lottery, I’m sure he actually just wanted to get near me to accomplish his ‘I’ll rape the fuck out of you’-mission, but I don’t feel like something like this happened last night. And I still can’t remember how exactly he looked. Brown coat? Black coat? Gray? In this dimmed clubs they all look the same, especially if you’re wearing some sunglasses. Pretty awesome sunglasses, though, but they’re not so helpful if you want to really see what happens around you. I guess I’ll have to keep an eye on this guy, I bet he’ll appear again. But maybe I’m just overreacting, maybe he’s just a huge fan and wanted to spent a little time with me?
So, what happened after my entry you may ask? I tried to make me some pancakes, and actually I made it, but they were a bit… hard. No idea what I did to make them as solid as granite, but I’m sure it’s a new recipe. I’ll name them Paincakes. Drunk Paincakes. By Vinyl. Almost lost a tooth when I tried to chew them. But if you lick them, they’re totally awesome, like some sort if hot pancake-flavored ice-cream. Hey, that was the first time I actually made food by myself without ruining the entire kitchen, I’m pretty proud right know… Gimme a second, Octy’s calling
Cancel that last sentence, seems like I actually did ruin the entire kitchen. I guess I should have looked there before starting to write, and surely before Octy came home, but now it’s too late. Anyway, the kitchen itself is fine, just the pan is in a bad condition, so is the stove, and we’re out of eggs. And toast, again. Aaaand we need to buy some more milk. I didn’t know that my magic is this destructive. It looks like a battlefield down there! And I really wanted to clean this mess up, but Octy wouldn’t let me, like always. Just because I set the couch on fire when I cleaned something for the last time. That wasn’t even my fault, I mean I was cleaning the bathroom!
Better get down there and look if I can lend Octy a hoof, for whatever she’s doing there.
Cya