hit me with something blunt, hard

hey. I'm just back from the pub, back from the drinking, to tell how much I think life sucks.

thanks for the standing ovation, thanks, thanks, seat yourself now.

I really don't want to go into details, but MAN. really. does a guy really need to hook up with an ugly chick only to prove something? either to himself or someone else?

tonight, when I got to the "´I'd rather go home and read" point, I hitched a ride and I fled home. I could see where everything was going, and though I cared not, I wasn't even mildly interested to stay and watch/take a part of. I just wanted to go.


a pretty decent-looking guy came to introduce himself (we've seen each other several times before at the pub) and to ask if I'd be coming in tomorrow, to which I said probably. I din't mean it at all when I said it, but hey, being my life as it is WHERE am I bound to end up tomorrow night?

there's only two places that are completely out of the question; everything else is open. too open, I'd say. imagination wanders.



top 3 of I've become such a huge pain in the ass (and I do believe I'm drunk)

1. suidal blonde -- inxs
2. money -- cabaret, joel grey 1972 version
3. tijuana makes me happy -- nortec collective