lighthammer

Ah hell..I think I messed my back up yesterday helping my friend put his shelfs up in his new place..it really hurts today.

Alright, is it just me, or are Sundays depressing as all hell? I mean, Sundays alwasy seem to be the day that I get all melancholy about the absence of a significant other in my life. I alwasy wind up killing a bottle of wine, drowning my moody sorrows in cheap livingston wine.

Eg. I need a girlfriend. I cant take being alone much longer.