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I'm not really sure why I'm posting. All I'm sure about is that I NEED A FUCKING DRINK.
I was just so in the need for a bottle of wine, or vodka, or something, but alas, I came home rather late, and although I had the option of going out tonight, the actual prosepect of this did not appeal. Plus I'm tired, and alone, and just bored...
And lonely. Did I mention lonely? Shit, I thought I had friends. Like, real, palpable, live friends. I don't know..
Maybe I just really miss Rich. Which I do. We were like bosom buddies, us. I could always rely on him to cheer me up, to keep me company when I felt like the way I do now. There was that level of comfort between us that I have experienced so rarely in my life. Possibly because friendships I have are usually really deep and short-lived, or really long and superficial as hell. Very rarely long and deep (hee!). But hell, I may as well say it, I love the bastard. He's a good egg.
Well. What can I say. In 6 days, I start my solo road trip to Melbourne. I know it'll mark yet another strange chapter in my life; I'm still unsure what the title of this one will be.
But, one thing hasn't changed. I still need a fucking drink.
I was just so in the need for a bottle of wine, or vodka, or something, but alas, I came home rather late, and although I had the option of going out tonight, the actual prosepect of this did not appeal. Plus I'm tired, and alone, and just bored...
And lonely. Did I mention lonely? Shit, I thought I had friends. Like, real, palpable, live friends. I don't know..
Maybe I just really miss Rich. Which I do. We were like bosom buddies, us. I could always rely on him to cheer me up, to keep me company when I felt like the way I do now. There was that level of comfort between us that I have experienced so rarely in my life. Possibly because friendships I have are usually really deep and short-lived, or really long and superficial as hell. Very rarely long and deep (hee!). But hell, I may as well say it, I love the bastard. He's a good egg.
Well. What can I say. In 6 days, I start my solo road trip to Melbourne. I know it'll mark yet another strange chapter in my life; I'm still unsure what the title of this one will be.
But, one thing hasn't changed. I still need a fucking drink.