no use for a subject
I have nothing to say but today seems like I might look back on it one day and think of it as significant. Maybe I will wake up in the morning and everything will suddenly make sense. I am mos def my own worst enemy. Logic is not a deeply rooted genetic trait in me... and I was never trained as a Mentat. Or is it theory 101 on masochism. I hope getting rear ended by that car was some kind of sign and it will whiplash some of that sense back into me. If not at least I can try Pregablin for the pain. Sex sells Viagra, especially on drug holidays to Jamaica. I AM happy when I don't have to think about the consequences.
Alky Trio here I come? Or pit of 100 trials?
Alky Trio here I come? Or pit of 100 trials?