Everyone has been talking WAY MORE about how sick they feel the second they feel sick this year.

Or am I just talking about how much I'm noticing people talking about people being sick this year?

Ah, fuck it. Let HeeNee run through me, til I can bite others with it with my pig faced hands.

I'm a bit tipsy and in a foul mood.

I want to be drunk.

I'd like to make use of my enemies by lining them up in single file and gouging out all their eyes.

Yes. Fuck their faces with ice picks.

Is this a general thing, or is someone doing you wrong ?

Are you wasted yet, or do you have to simmer in your rage ?

It's a consecutive annoyance thing.

I'm waiting to drink, once certain persons leave the premises.

Getting drunk, listening to Elliott Smith to the first time in my life.

A little surprising the similarities he and I share.


Edit: You only ever know what it means to drink once you have drunken alone.

What? You can tell me. It's me, right? Fine, ok, ok, I'll go.
Fuck.

AmerkianG is suited up and ready to thunder !

^ sorry, that didnt make any sense. Clouds dont 'suit up'. They condense and precipitate.

Elliott Smith is certianly someone you can fall in love with. But also someone you can go for a mad break from and throw his dishes around for him being so self-obsessed.

Which are you listening to ?

Either/Or.

Not you. People "irl."

They are gone now, like ghosts wished away.

Sorry pee-diddles, my feigned defensiveness didnt work.

That reminds me of one of my favorite of Smith's songs, between the bars

Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be that you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about the pressure of days
Do what I say and I'll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head

The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Drink up baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
Keep you apart, deep in my heart
Separate from the rest, where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot

The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

That song is disgustingly true.

I know.

I'm going to bed, see you later P

g'night.

Life is an A to B purgatory. Wisdom dispensed with weights from the usurpers of that shameful ivory tower. I am an ice cutter who will never reach home. That God who is the compass spins in the only eternal motion that I know, in a circle at a dizzying speed.

No friend of worth lets another friend drink alone.

But people with their discretions.

I remember the first time I drank alone.

It was a half a bottle of Grey Goose we stole from a senior party. Going to the cafeteria freely drunk was like skinny dipping at the public pool. Sheer freedom.

I drink now in anti-me.


Another thing no one admits. Self-destruction.

Budweiser is a poor choice for the moment.

I love a lot of bullshit beer, if those are your words.