drunk, full and arrested development. life might not get better.

"fourohsix food", said the clock. my hands swelled, my knuckles cracked, i emptied every drank they gave me. chewed up straws on the floor, ice cubes in her shoes while she told me a story of a september trip to steal the only silhouette that i'll never forget. they poked my shoulders as i stared into the ice. melted and watered down. "my drinks ( Read more... )

oh, and the kraus was amazing. it was a good show and, in retrospect, an interesting day. live and learn my friends, live and learn.

"ok, maybe not that fast... but pretty fast ( Read more... )

how much booze can a booze hound drink if a booze hound could hound booze?

i don't know... but i had a fairly enlightening, tightening, frightening day.

the sun will be up soon. it's almost six. my stomach hurts, my eyes hurt, my throat hurts, i think i'm dead. i should just sleep, but i can't seem to do it. close my eyes, relax, lie down. i can't do it.

am i in a coma?

i used to have that same passion, but i drank it and pissed it out.

when i wake up and my bed isn't empty, and it's not just me and she's eating cupcakes and falling crumbs while i'm still falling asleep. when i can't find my pants, and she's not living with her parents and we're both giving inches, pulling and taking and not fighting. when i'm in the aisle, picking out dinner and she's calling just to talk, and ( Read more... )

i saw my cats today, but they don't know me anymore. i was saddened by this, but that's what ya get. i'm sure somewhere, they sort of remember me. i miss them. i'm sure they just think i'm another caller. another notch in a belt. but i love them, nonetheless ( Read more... )

too much work, too much everything ( Read more... )