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My present circumstances beg the question: exactly how low can one sink into loser-induced comatose condition?


a) Saturday night and I am presently, as I have been for the entire day, parked on my couch in front of TV alternately waiting for something exciting to happen on SuicideGirls.com and watching random channel surfing TV movies which have been edited for time.

b) If I don't find something or someone to do soon I will most likely find myself watching The 10 Commandments at 4 o'clock in the morning, whilst lusting after Charlton Heston.

c) YouTube is quickly losing its entertainment appeal

Although, last night was a fun and amusing romp through drug-and-alcohol-enduced stuppor of clubbiness. Joanna sat her mini-skirt-clad ass in a puddle of beer. Also discussed entertaining possibilities of acquiring backstage passes to NIN show and possibly fucking a rock star. Joanna has no morals on this issue, it has been determined.

This was followed by silly running around playing tag in a park, where Joanna slipped in some mud and fell flat on her ass.

Park swings+drugs+alcohol=weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee