Procrastination is My Fake Friend
So instead of working I'll just update on my life. Last night was fun. Went to a strip club in Times Square. The girls had all these huge scars. Those girls looked so pathetic that it was a total turnoff. Definetely after having vagina and tities in my face ive come to the sad conclusion I don't think there's any chance I'm a lesbo. More power to the carpet munchers but I think I'll stick to the dick. So Austin and I left early and headed back to the local bar. Austin and I sat at the bar and got piss ass drunk. So drunk in fact that I've been written up by the housing department for misorderly conduct or some shit. Whatever. My friend Janelle had to sign release papers so that I could go to sleep. She was responsible for me. I was very drunk. So drunk in fact that my friend Rocco felt compelled to put my pajamas on for me. I then persisted to make out with him for awhile. I hate when I do that shit. I hate the fact that I always make out with whoever when I get drunk. It never fails me. So I wake up this morning still drunk. I went back to bed and woke up with the worst headache ever. I then just lazed around for the rest of the day. I hate when I get behind with things because then I don't do anything. As odd as that sounds I keep myself either ontop of things or burried far below them. I just can't get right. I wish I had something stable in my life right now. Maybe that's what's brought me to a livejournal. I can never be disappointed. There's also something about knowing that only people I give my name to can read what I write, but thinking that maybe someone else out there cares about my life a little more than I do. For you I put out this journal.