Have yourself a shitty fucking christmas
So it seems that I have completely forgot about this whole online journal thingy for some reason. The likely culprits are the drugs and alcohol. I mean, too much studying. In case you couldn't tell by the title, (which you should be able to unless you're dyslexic, in which case you wouldn't be reading this anyways) I'm not a huge fan of christmas. Christmas spirit does not exist. People just get pissed off at each other when they can't get the super happy fun toy of the year. It's just as bad as those damn greeting card holidays. All commercialism, with a tiny dash of emotion. Bah. So if you look back at the posts from way long ago, it seems as though things might have been goin well, right? Nope. The only thing good right now is the job, now that I no longer work retail. I now work in the greatest environment ever: a bar. It's quite nice, because now I can drown my sorrows AND work at the same time. That's multitasking. Well it's time for me to go and clean up all the shit in my room. Have a Merry Christmas if you find it fitting to do so, get drunk if that takes your fancy. As for me, I'm going to take advantage of the feast that will be laid out for me later this evening.
Rock on, don't rock on, it's all the same in the end.
Rock on, don't rock on, it's all the same in the end.