aenemated

i hung out with sean, the irishman, mark, who was wearing charlie brown shirt, and edith, the epitome of punk rock chick who i wanted to give the ol in-out, in-out RRRRRREAAAALL savage. all i did, of course, was drop her off at her friend's and drive home rather dejectedly indeed.

tony says i'm beautiful and she would know.

i don't know, though. i asked her if i'm so goddamned beautiful, why am i still here at 6am?

she had no answer and i proceeded to order another beer.

it's sad, there're only two people in this world i want to be with me every single moment and one is stuck back east and one is languishing in pure joy on the west coast, completely unaware that i would go to lengths unknown by most mere mortals to please her.

but i digress.

my body is rebelling. i've replaced food with alcohol and have been on a complete week long binge with little more than your occasional fast food buger and a .99 meal at the suncoast.

where does it end?

my project at cipher.nu is on hold until i get some work done and make some money. it seems it will cost me around 300$ to register my new car and i have little more than 600$ coming at me at this point. in which case, i panic and consume more alcohol and try to find someone to take care of me; to hold my head in her lap, pet me and say everything will be okay.

but that isn't happening and i'm left to my twisted devices.

now, if you'll excuse me, i'll be passing out.