Hey again, I guess I return here to have a rare moment of reflection and boredom, and once again to pontificate the lifestyle of a drunk. Recently things have improved, at least in terms of my education and my financial situation. I can pay my debts now, since i've neglected paying my rent for three months, as well as the electrical and cell phone bill. I get paid shit, so I had a choice of starving or pay bills. I did not pay bills. But its not important.
Now im sick, so i perscribed my traditional cure, nameley a sixpack of tallboys. Im three beers in, and the symptoms are receeding, so I would like to thank Doug Stanhope for giving a perfect medicine against the common cold.
There should be a point to this post, but im not sure there is one. No lessons have been learned, no change has occurred, im just me again. Ive grown a nice mullet in the six months since the last update, just to make sure that ill never date a woman again. Ive lost weight, but my face has too much skin, so i still look fat, even if i'm 10 pounds lighter. Fuck, this is really emo, next i should color my hair black, put on makeup and fake a suicide.
Truth is that im never really depressed, i just have this constant state of ambivalace. I think my body produces constant prozac.
Well i guess thats it, this has been a post with no point at all, but i feel better, and that is truly the point.
