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Somebody, help me....
Oct. 26th, 2007 01:50 pmI feel like absolute shit today. Listless. No energy. Incredibly depressed.
Last year at this time I was happy. I had a purpose in life. All of it's gone. I've got nothing left but a belly full of acid and terminal regrets.
Fuck.
I'm going to the Wreckcreation show tonight, but I'm only staying to see them--I really don't care about any of the other bands. After that, it's over to Jeremy and Lily's Octoberween party...where I plan on drinking away my unutterable misery.
So, somebody better help me forget all this bullshit--and by help me, I mean, make sure I'm good and goddamned drunk! I'm always happy when I'm completely smashed. To make this easier, I'm bringing down...umm, I think six cans of Guiness. I really only claim one of those; the rest are for everyone else to knock back--because I plan on starting things off slow with a Guiness and then ramping it up exponentially until I'm just lying in a corner with a bottle of Jim Beam in my hand singing "Mother McRae" at the top of my lungs. :)
I'll admit, I'm a jovial drunkard! I've never been one of those people who get all weepy and shit when drunk--I just get happy and like to make out with random chicks. So, random chicks, beware. Random dudes, too, for that matter. Once I get so hammered I can no longer tell the difference between male and female, life is good!
Last year at this time I was happy. I had a purpose in life. All of it's gone. I've got nothing left but a belly full of acid and terminal regrets.
Fuck.
I'm going to the Wreckcreation show tonight, but I'm only staying to see them--I really don't care about any of the other bands. After that, it's over to Jeremy and Lily's Octoberween party...where I plan on drinking away my unutterable misery.
So, somebody better help me forget all this bullshit--and by help me, I mean, make sure I'm good and goddamned drunk! I'm always happy when I'm completely smashed. To make this easier, I'm bringing down...umm, I think six cans of Guiness. I really only claim one of those; the rest are for everyone else to knock back--because I plan on starting things off slow with a Guiness and then ramping it up exponentially until I'm just lying in a corner with a bottle of Jim Beam in my hand singing "Mother McRae" at the top of my lungs. :)
I'll admit, I'm a jovial drunkard! I've never been one of those people who get all weepy and shit when drunk--I just get happy and like to make out with random chicks. So, random chicks, beware. Random dudes, too, for that matter. Once I get so hammered I can no longer tell the difference between male and female, life is good!
