It's a diary.

It's poems.

It's a hell of a lot harsher than most people would believe.

It's beautiful.

I'm going clubbing-ish tonight, going to the opening of a new bar/club/whatever. Crit group is kickass, I'm looking forward to the next session which will be on the 7th of next month.

Tired, a bit.

And dammit, I want to go out NOW.

No one says anything that isn't in spiderweb prose or lying text on a chatroom screen.