desidia

mmmmmm

or the less expensive model

when your few grasps of recreation are just as miserable as the every other painful minute of your existence, then why bother living? I left when I ran out of cigarettes.
in other words, the party I thought would suck, did, and I want to die, as always.

I honestly can't tell you why I haven't killed myself, other than fear of God, but here I am, eating ice cream, smoking a cigarette, both which are vanilla. I am smitten. I am unemployed. I am melencholy.

I imagine God, playing free cell on a monitor the size of jupiter, too busy to give a shit.

**CONTINUING COMPUTER CORD CUNUNDRUM**
So I come back from work today and the computer cord is gone AGAIN. I immediately plug in the secret one, check my e-mail and then go down and fake a tantrum in front of mother, I then grab the cord, and take it back to hide away, you know, otherwise if she caught me, she might actually be bright enough to realize I bought a spare one behind her back...