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Blah. My ex-retarded-ass boyfriend has been sending me poetry lately. It's rather good poetry, but annoying none the less, because I'm pretty much over him and it's stirring up all these emotions that I truly don't care to deal with.
I went out last night to Rapture. It wasn't overly crowded which was a good thing. I saw a few people I knew, met a few others. All in all, I'd say it was a rather nice evening. I got to dance, and drink and stuck my friend with driving us home, because I was far too drunk at the end of the night to get us safley to my humble abode.
You ever notice, split pea soup smells like total shit, but it tastes so damn good?
I've been writing a lot lately. It's not been that great, but I think that's because I've gotta get my groove back. I was pretty lazy there for a while, and nothing creative was coming out of me. For a long while, it was just a bunch of bitter bullshit, but now, I think it's coming back to me.
I think I'm getting sick of Justin. And I think it's time he took his show on the road. With him it's now become a routine, and frankly I'm bored.
I really have to do laundry. I have to, I have no choice. I want to smoke a cigarette, but I must have smoked too much last night because I feel hallow inside. I always feel like this after my nights of heavy drinking. I never really feel hung over, I just feel shakey and hollow, but other than that, there is no other atributes to my physical ills after a late drinking night.
Ok, must get off my ass now, and get to doing the things I normally do on my day off. House cleaning, laundry and TV watching. Fabulous isn't it?
I went out last night to Rapture. It wasn't overly crowded which was a good thing. I saw a few people I knew, met a few others. All in all, I'd say it was a rather nice evening. I got to dance, and drink and stuck my friend with driving us home, because I was far too drunk at the end of the night to get us safley to my humble abode.
You ever notice, split pea soup smells like total shit, but it tastes so damn good?
I've been writing a lot lately. It's not been that great, but I think that's because I've gotta get my groove back. I was pretty lazy there for a while, and nothing creative was coming out of me. For a long while, it was just a bunch of bitter bullshit, but now, I think it's coming back to me.
I think I'm getting sick of Justin. And I think it's time he took his show on the road. With him it's now become a routine, and frankly I'm bored.
I really have to do laundry. I have to, I have no choice. I want to smoke a cigarette, but I must have smoked too much last night because I feel hallow inside. I always feel like this after my nights of heavy drinking. I never really feel hung over, I just feel shakey and hollow, but other than that, there is no other atributes to my physical ills after a late drinking night.
Ok, must get off my ass now, and get to doing the things I normally do on my day off. House cleaning, laundry and TV watching. Fabulous isn't it?