i don't sleep here

i stayed up all night last night. well, went to bed at 3:30, got woken up at 4 and from then the day started over again. the night consisted of a horrible meal and service (who said italian food was good? it was a peice of fat with some lamb inside. no butter/olive oil for the bread and they charged 15 euro for it. afungulai!), a bottle of vodka shared between my brother tim, his friend kolina and myself. we sipped slow, as i got them hip to the best rapper alive and they got me hip to the latest john legend joint. i have the problem that if i hear an album is crap from an artist i love i won't listen to it. it had some cuts though. gotta stop doing that. the vodka got killed, tim went to talk to his girl, the massage started happening (i know, step my game up right?) a bra strap fell, she leaned in and...i pulled away realizing i was gay. actually, i felt that conscious come into my head like "this is you brothers best friend and she's hella cool. talk to him about it first. of course today he tells me he didn't give a fuck. but it all happens for a reason. one of the cooler females i've met in a while, but almost on that "we should be homies" tip.