Day 102

Went to another party of some other guy that live in town. I'm pretty sure he was the biggest douche in this whole town. He had this huge place on top of a huge hill. It was a nice place. It was just decorated by a douche. The main room was just a bed, TV and a guitar. Obviously he just slept all day, watched TV, and every now and then played some shitty douche tunes about how hard life is or some crap. I walked out onto his balcony. His balcony was good. It over looked the whole of 1770. Too bad it looked like Tim Burton had sneezed on it. I don't know why he had UV lights, fake cobwebs and a sculptor made out of more UV lights. I never thought a balcony could be pretentious but i was proved wrong. There was another room which was set up like a DJ room. Just an empty space with a computer in the corner pumping music. This was obviously a douche pad. The only thing is the people who invited me didn't seems to see this. Only me. One conclusion is that the people i work with are also douche bags. The guy who owned the place looked 30, he had long hair in a ponytail and looks like he hasn't worn a clean shirt since he moved out from his parents house. Didn't stay long...