Ha fucking ha... indeed.I didn't even feel like drinking once I got home. I did, anyway, but you know what I mean. Alcoholics are only loveable in movies. Where's Dudley Moore when you need him? Oh yeah, he's fucking dead.
I got a decent work week scheduled. My heart keeps doing its stuttering thing. It's fucking annoying. Normally it's, well, normal. Sometimes it starts beating really fast for no reason... skips... or beats really slow. The lack of rhythm proves that my heart is, in fact, white.
Where's my ABBA CD... I need to get the fuck out of here. GOOCH:working
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