its so hard to think straight when youve just dranken seven irish carbombs........but when you come to the realization that life seemingly isnt going to get better for you it makes it hard........hard to sleep......and hard to breath.....hard to eat....and hard to believe................but you never know i have a feeling that theres something just around the next corner for me i can feel it........
anyway fuck it enough of my drunken bantor..............WORDS THAT WE DONT SAY ARE THE HARDEST TO HEAR.....SONGS WE DONT SING.........ahhhh....the good life......cheers to that
and i love how even when you're drunk you can still rhyme.
ps. did you get my email? dont know if you checked it whilest inebriated last night. and we've been invited to pauls (carries boyfriend) birthday party on the 13th.
[Edited on Jul 04, 2003]