SHAWARMA.

What a wonderful day. Finally, I got out of my dungeon and embarked into English Bay to melt my sorrows away. Accompanying me was Joe, Ian, and Dora. My fondest memory was possibly the constant ridicule that Ian lashed out at me, since I "dressed like a mcfagget". I'll leave you guys to play with your imagination. Supposedly, there was suppose to be a mega party that was destined to destroy E-Bay! However, there was less than 20 people. We later met up with various other people. Pretty chill, since I haven't seen most of them in awhile. For dinner, I tried Mediterranean food for the first time. The flavors in my mouth were not of formality, so it left a displacent taste. I ordered the #8, shawarma. The contents of the meal were humus, some chicken with white shit on rice, pita, and some strong ass salad. While indulging, I had flashbacks to my horrible experiences with Indian food. Due to the circumstances in my brain, I could not continue to eat. Oh well, worth a try. I left the beach at around eight with my cousin Anthony. Took a nice stroll, just catching up and what not. Overall, an excellent day. HOP OUT OF MY BED, TURN MY SWAG ON.