there is something very wrong with you, and i think you know what it is, it's ok, you'd be boring without it
there's something incredibly stupid about waking up at 2pm when you have a 'to do list' longer than schindler's, but when your new years resolution is not to get out of bed until you are (a) sober and (b) not feeling miserable, it really isn't your fault.. my friend miss buzz buzz returned too, and i felt bad about getting dressed before she was sated.
i bought the trilogy of Final Destination last week, i've attempted now to watch the 1st and 2nd films several times when drunk, i'm not sure if falling asleep each night witnessing gruesome deaths of teenagers on a large projected screen is healthy for my..well.. brain, or is it soul... no can't be, i sold that for coca cola years ago.
everyone seems a little happier recently, well.. clearly there all going home and crying into their pillows screaming "WHY! WHY DOES NOBODY LOVE ME! WHY AM I SUCH A FREAK! WHY CAN'T I JUST DIE" but, you know, they're making more of an effort to hide it in public, so i don't have to deal with it, which is really all that matters. so, yay for people becoming hardened shells!
anyways, this blog wasn't on above mentioned 'to do list' so i should probably stop, i always feel the need to pretend i care about you by asking some form of question.. so erm...
what exactly is it that is so very wrong with you?
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