why is it that when it rains it pours ( Read more... )

here is how i feel after my 3 day weekend. (can you read inbetween the lines?):

1. fat and bloated.
   
2. brain dead.
   
3. over socialized.
   
4. burnt.
   
5. sleepy.
   
6. old.
   

how was your weekend?

magic purchase power.

*sigh* last night was absolutely fabulous. it would have 100% perfect had i not hit the bottle so hard. alas, these things happen. things happen for a reason right?

it is now 6 and i'm drinking coffee contemplating this evening's prospects. i intended on going dancing, however, my lady friend decided to chach out and stay in milwaukee. (side note ( Read more... )

tidal wave. *squawk*

i would like to return these ovaries, please. here is the receipt. since they are on sale now, do i get the sale or full price in return?

exchange only? i don't think so. i would like to speak to your manager.

no?

fine. take these fucking ovaries and give them to some other poor sucker.

watch out when someone owes you a night of drinking and they buy a bottle of jameson. watch out when you wrestle that said person. watch out for the door. watch out when you wash around your head wound. watch out when you take drugs to alleviate the throbbing of your skull. watch out when you touch the wound--there are bruises everywhere.

for jeff:

http://www.swgc.mun.ca/theatre/NWOTV2.htm

the only lies that mean anything are the ones we tell ourselves.

1. stop drinking so much ( Read more... )

alright. so it is yet another day of me being hungover and laden with smokey lung. yesterday i decided to chach around with my hippie friend. we always have a good time and he is the perfect person to be around when you have things on your mind. he surprisingly has a great perspective on life AND has great advice on avoiding bullshit ( Read more... )