The Validity of Life??
I question the validity of the conscious hours of my day. It doesn't seem they hold much of anything fun. Basically, it consists of smoking, realizing I'm just not 'gay' material, repression and then going back to sleep, and every couple of days feeding my alcoholism.
I guess I sound like a hopeless depressed teenager, but it's more than that, it's a longing deep inside. Although I realize sex isn't everything, right now, i'd fuck in the scummiest bathroom with some guy I didn't even know.
So, what did I do tonight. I went and played pool at what formerly was known as Space Invaders, I can't remember the new name and frankily I don't care. Note to self: Don't play pool. You suck at it, Zack. Then, we all went back to Greg's and lounged around.
--Zack
I guess I sound like a hopeless depressed teenager, but it's more than that, it's a longing deep inside. Although I realize sex isn't everything, right now, i'd fuck in the scummiest bathroom with some guy I didn't even know.
So, what did I do tonight. I went and played pool at what formerly was known as Space Invaders, I can't remember the new name and frankily I don't care. Note to self: Don't play pool. You suck at it, Zack. Then, we all went back to Greg's and lounged around.
--Zack