I have returned home to my burg of Seattle. I enjoyed the famila. I have celebrated this homecoming by seeing my very good friend lukafresh. We ate and drank, and separated our ways. I am now drinking my ownsome. I have downed a shot of Crater Lake Vodka. I really only drink the good shit. I know it will hit soon enough. I am on number 5. I can see tipsy county with a pair of binoculars. I am techniquelly not drinking alone. In another room my roomate plays videogames. I am nursing a broken heart. c'est la vie. I am wondering what to do for the New Year's Eve. No plans. NO fucking ideas. This call for another shot. Someone pray for my soul. Some one prey for my sanity. Someone privy to some kind of insight. I don't know. I do know that is depressing as hell to see no friends in this little chat board, when in real life I have more friends than aces in a deck!
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