Ive had enough. I want out ( Read more... )

Another wasted day. Wasted in the sense that, yes, i am drunk, but also in the sense that I accomplished nothing. No self improvement, no advancement of ideals. Fuck, i couldent even clean my room. I need human contact. Maybe I should try and go see a show or something. Or i could just go gamble all my money away with the Guatamalans on the corner ( Read more... )

Last Post Tonight. Fuck Work ( Read more... )

So here are several reasons why I think my attempt to find like-minded people on them internets will less doomed than my attempts in real life, and why you could be one of those very people who might actually be interesting to talk to: 1) Your on the internet. Good sign. It means you have basic motor skills, speech and language abilities, and ( Read more... )

Well, its 2:30 AM, and I'm supposed to be going to work at my unnamed souless megacorprate morality destroying job in 8 hours. I'm starting this journal for what I think is probably the same reason anyone else starts an alternate online life: there is no one of any interest around me, and I'm hoping to meet people (read: girls) who i can talk to. ( Read more... )