Buzzed ranting...er...posting...
I like beer. I like rum and coke. I hate MySpace, and Facebook, but Livejournal seems unobtrusive and...well...non-committal. You can post, but you don't have to, and since barely anyone replies to these posts anyway (which isn't a big deal...I like it...I'm not fishing for replies) it makes me feel like I'm talking to myself. I like talking to myself. It helps me put things in perspective. A girl at my workplace told me she thought it was "creepy." But she told me her life story every night and showed me pictures of her children, and treated me like shit behind my back, so I don't feel so creepy, I just feel...ummm...well...drunk now.
Bellingham is too close, and yet too far away. I can't wait to get out of this damned town. Lately things have been colliding with my fairly decent Karma, placing it in a tail-spin of agony. NP...I like, ummm, tail-spins. Or is that Duck Tales...I can't remember. Was that cartoon with Scrooge McDuck Ducktales, or Ducktails? Or what? I haven't seen the movie in years! I just remember liking Scrooge McDuck, and that other guy who flew the plane...what was his name?
I wish I had interesting stories. I dont' have much to say anymore. Back to the beer. Shut out that critical voice in my head telling me to quit drinking...by drinking more...brilliant!
Bellingham is too close, and yet too far away. I can't wait to get out of this damned town. Lately things have been colliding with my fairly decent Karma, placing it in a tail-spin of agony. NP...I like, ummm, tail-spins. Or is that Duck Tales...I can't remember. Was that cartoon with Scrooge McDuck Ducktales, or Ducktails? Or what? I haven't seen the movie in years! I just remember liking Scrooge McDuck, and that other guy who flew the plane...what was his name?
I wish I had interesting stories. I dont' have much to say anymore. Back to the beer. Shut out that critical voice in my head telling me to quit drinking...by drinking more...brilliant!