Me and Whiskey are getting a divorce. We've seen enough of each other to last awhile. Whiskey's like an old friend that I love but can hardly stand to be around for more than a weekend. Whiskey's like a house guest that won't leave, using all my toilet paper and not contributing a thing. Cigarettes are going to have to find a new place to stay as well. Little fuckers.
There's better things to do. I mean, who's not contemplative right now? The mayans may be right but as far as I know its the beginning of a new decade. My youth seems to be fading away faster and faster and I don't want to encourage the negative effects of age with my self destructive habits. That shit is ridiculous.
I got a lot of living to do before I spontaneously combust. No point in bathing in gasoline.
And cheers to this entry. I'm on a similar path myself.