silencio

This little phase of self destruction is officially over. Two months straight. I feel better now. It's kind of weird that I feel ok considering how much damage I did to myself a few nights ago. I won't go into details, but it was pretty bad. Nothing I haven't done before. It's just getting old. Not just partying, but the job, people, everything. I've been at the restaurant for five years now. It got me through college, but it is definatley time to move on. I was over at some house the other night. Five of us just sitting around drinking and smoking. I was just drinking. I remember looking around the house. Mess, battered furniture, beer cans everywhere, drug paraphanelia, etc, etc, etc. I thought to myself, "I am so fucking sick of this." Woke up the next day and walked home in the cold. My life feels like an Elliot Smith song. Just need to move. New scenery, new faces. Time to get old.

Something funny---My roommate bet a friend that he can go six months without smoking or sex inlcuding masturbation. Ha ha! If he makes it through the six months, he will receive a total of TEN dollars!



"shine on me baby..."