Friday, November 21, 2003 :::
::: at 1:23 PM
Tuesday, November 18, 2003 :::
During a casual night out with your friends, you see the sad drunks propped up against the bar. Drowning their sorrows in yet another drink, for the 6th day in a row. Inevitably, you're filled with fear and disgust, and remark to your friends as you point an accusatory finger:
"I'll never turn into one of them!"
Buddy, next time you say that to me, I'm coming after you with the corkscrew. Just ask the bar staff. They know my shits real.
::: at 5:19 PM
...and another thing!!!!!!!!!!!
I mean, shit. I wear a cologne called 'En Passant' for fuck's sake!!
That means 'in passing'...ugh.
Look forward to a later post of me whining and pining for my lost love, cause I'm about to put on a Billy Holiday CD.
Suffer, you fuckers, sufffffeeeerrrrrrr!!!!!
::: at 11:07 AM
Exactly what synaptic misfire, would cause someone to perceive me as "looking for a relationship"?
What do they put in the coke now? Bleach?!
::: at 10:40 AM