What is this death that steals insensible upon me? This, the end I was born unto?

Fly away, fly away, breath: I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My part of death, no one so true did share it.

Weep me no tears, so as the mournful crocodile weeps on the banks of fateful Nile. Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

Ah me! I die. Ah! ah.

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This morning I didn't have a hangover. I am a true liberal and give all experiences and all opinions a chance. So last night I wanted to see what being sober was like. I poured all my booze into the toilet, and pushed the handle. The vortex of water and tequila fascinated me. Have you ever stopped to think how beautiful swirling, swirling water ( Read more... )

What the hell was I thinking? I hate Twisted Sister. Where is the counterpoint? Stupid cheese. And I think I was drunk when I updated last. You can be sure I'm sober now ( Read more... )

I was actually drunk while typing my last entry. I don't know what came over me, or what induced that pretense to sobriety. Tequila is not to be regretted, and even less so is Anthony Adams ( Read more... )

Nasty hangover this morning. I regretted all the tequila and the pints afterwards, the lj, and most of all, Anthony Adams. Then I went out and had bacon and eggs and felt much better ( Read more... )

Finally, after much indecision on my part, I have started a journal. After all, everybody at the Centre seems to have one. Well, almost everybody. So, here I am ( Read more... )