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Jan 01, 2007 00:25

So the ball drops and it's 2007.
And I'm home alone.
All I managed to do was drink away 8 oz of tequila and throw back 2 shots of my good friend JD. Didn't even have any champaigne.
My only company was a fly that was continuously buzzing around my head. As a matter of fact, he's here now. I think I'll name him Jim.
...my god. I'm talking to a fly.

All I can hear are echoes of celebration and distant fireworks.

...
Yeah. 10oz of liquor in 5 minutes.
Hmm.
I feel a little woozy. Not that bad though. But damn, I've got some good tolerance.
Look at my typing? Not that bad, right?

I feel so freakin' alone.
I'm going to become an alcoholic. I know it.
I need to loosen up.

I'm tired. So tired.
I'm tired of everything.
Good night, world.

Wake me up when the sun finally shines.
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