It's not that I do, it's that I still do. It's a subtle difference, but a difference nevertheless.
Waiting for OddlyFamiliarGirl. I can't remember the last time I was in here.
I'm watching a show about how the andromeda galaxy is going to collide with ours in several billion years. So, that's just great. Fucking timing...
StupidGirl is worried, and she has every right to be. And she's correct. It will happen again. Someday.
(draft) Black with a decent brown head. Aroma of roasted malts and I'm gonna say coffee. Flavor like the aroma, but with a fairly strong alcohol finish. Decent.
(draft) Pours a dark gold, with a huge white head. Looks like a lager. Smoky aroma and flavor, pretty good. Reminds me of Spezial.
It's a good night for a fire.
The problem with gobbling up bullshit, aside from the taste, is that it
lingers on one's breath and makes them unbearable to be around.
This was not my choice. Not even close to my choice. But, I'm trying to
respect it anyway.
I feel like I should say something. What I should say isn't very
nice, though, so instead I'll just say that I'm happy.
We're going to go see this Criss Angel Believe show. I'm excited.
Straight to sleep. What a brilliant idea. I'd be very happy if I wasn't so tired.
Now my hard-earned decent mood is shot to shit. Thanks a fucking lot.
I just went outside. It's like a mother-in-law convention out there.
Thinking about going to see an old friend.
Pizza and beer for lunch.
Trying to separate the signal from the noise...
The Antiques Road Show dude almost killed that old woman.
Why do people keep talking to me? Don't they realize that they don't matter to me at all? Don't they realize that they suck?
I'm at this Chin Chin place. This is the place that started my recent obsession with Asian food. I ordered peanut noodles with chicken. Fucking yummy.
Talking to the same hooker I talked to in November. I'm still not interested.
Trying to decide whether to start my birthday on EST or PST...
Got my first birthday present of the year. Now I'm gonna cry.
We're just wasting time now.
He was crying, and we told him he'd see me again in a month. I bet he thinks we were lying to him.
Getting ready to start getting ready...
I'm showing incredible restraint right now. The world should be proud of me. I know that I'm proud of myself.
Not because there's nothing, but because there's too much. Too fucking much.