Beer at seven A.M.
It feels odd having to drink so early, but technically it is the end of my day so it's rather late. The presence of the daystar makes it uncomfortable to accept, however. In my youth this would have been perfectly acceptable, but now that I am older the day job life appeals so much more than graves. Today I was destined to destroy as many beer bottles as possible. A case and bottle at work and then another bottle of my own on my way home. I knew I should have double bagged the beer. I honestly hope I get fired. I wish I had Katrinas number still. I miss her. I wish Katy or Katrina would call me. I wish Amy felt the way I do. I wish I could get laid to kill the pain. I wish my life was stress free enough that I could quit smoking. I'm greatful that I now only have one room mate. I'm happy that I have net access. I miss my friends. Zach, Darrell apologizes for hitting you. He blacked the whole night out. Jake and Megz. I miss you guys and wish you could have made it out to the party. I hope all is well with you and if you need anything just call me. Darren, I'm here for you nig. Shoulder to cry on, or whatever. You have my number if you need to vent to someone just call me anytime I'm not at work. Peter, your presence always cheers me up. Don't be a stranger. Blah blah blah bitch complain moan. Offer words of endearment and encouragment. Etc etc etc. and now for more beer.