There were a lot of dogs on my walk home tonight.
72 of them, probly.
No, really. I mean it.

Shiny.
New.
just four years after being cobblestoned.

So much.

telephone rings.
"Hello? Yep. He hasn't called yet. No. Okay. Alright. Yep."
click.

Stop talking right now, you.

enter.

three fucking stooges.
three too many.

go eat dog.

...or just go to California.
It's the same thing.

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Matt Doyle is trashed right now.
at this exact moment.
right
now.

He's slurring.

I didn't take my pain killers today.
raw, pure pain, baby.
...owwie.

he's so effing
hammed.
crunked
sloshed
non-functional.

"ohhhhhhhhhh , Billy" he says.

MY BROKEN HAND HURTS.

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getting sick blows a lot.
however, I have my ears back for the most part.

it's retarded that on christmas eve the snow is melting away.

so retarded.

Merry Melted Christmas, everyone.

Tomorrow is:
lazy
drunk
pointless
awesome
red and green 
potentially lovely 
The Last of Hell for Three Weeks.

It shall be a laugh.

I stumbled through today pretty intensely.
...I plan to do the same tomorrow.

today, I smiled a lot.
It was there; not absent.

I missed this.

That's all.

"So ... I'll see you soon."

:)

banality.

I want x-mas.
[more so, x-mas break]

eff your mother.