All the inane details that I care to mention without any of the actual substance, but there are spies everywhere anyways. Bots who have but the one single function of making my life extremely annoying and tedious. My blog has turned into a drunken rant again. But my life is practically one anyways so fuck it.
Time has been flying once again. Buzzing around my head and shitting all over my car, leaving nasty green goop that never cleans up.
Lately I have been on my best behavior, almost. Asked a girl what I had to do to make her my ho and she got all bent out of shape and made everything awkward. But she seemed like a real bitch anyways. I didnt even get a slap for my troubles.
Had my once every ten-year doctor visit. This doctor is a hottie, so naturally I dropped my pants and showed her what all that medical schooling was for. She kindly informed me that drinking, drugs, eating meat and having sex with random crazy girls was unhealthy and if I wanted to live a long life I should do none of that.
She then suggested I be tested for liver damage, diabetes, HIV and a few other diseases I had never heard of. I was speechless. Live fast and die young.
I went home once again. There was a barefoot garden party and a few good friends were there. All the timeless faces had aged. But no one was in jail, booze was easy to find and nobody, including me, had really forgotten who their friends really are.
I actually passed an audit at work. I now can proudly say that I am barely competent. My ability to write the correct date down on paper is no longer holding me back. While certain things are expected form others, the status quo gets me accolades.
I have a show at a bar in two weeks. Why, I am not really sure. I never play in public and I dont really enjoy it anyways. I played last night at a bar, it was okay, but I never can remember words and I couldnt hear myself. To bad I write my songs late at night on random drug binges. I guess the only solution I have is to perform in the same state. How bad could that turn out?
Time has been flying once again. Buzzing around my head and shitting all over my car, leaving nasty green goop that never cleans up.
Lately I have been on my best behavior, almost. Asked a girl what I had to do to make her my ho and she got all bent out of shape and made everything awkward. But she seemed like a real bitch anyways. I didnt even get a slap for my troubles.
Had my once every ten-year doctor visit. This doctor is a hottie, so naturally I dropped my pants and showed her what all that medical schooling was for. She kindly informed me that drinking, drugs, eating meat and having sex with random crazy girls was unhealthy and if I wanted to live a long life I should do none of that.
She then suggested I be tested for liver damage, diabetes, HIV and a few other diseases I had never heard of. I was speechless. Live fast and die young.
I went home once again. There was a barefoot garden party and a few good friends were there. All the timeless faces had aged. But no one was in jail, booze was easy to find and nobody, including me, had really forgotten who their friends really are.
I actually passed an audit at work. I now can proudly say that I am barely competent. My ability to write the correct date down on paper is no longer holding me back. While certain things are expected form others, the status quo gets me accolades.
I have a show at a bar in two weeks. Why, I am not really sure. I never play in public and I dont really enjoy it anyways. I played last night at a bar, it was okay, but I never can remember words and I couldnt hear myself. To bad I write my songs late at night on random drug binges. I guess the only solution I have is to perform in the same state. How bad could that turn out?