I can drink just about anything.

just about anything really, but tonight i had a stale amsterdam beer and goddamn. i mean like, amsterdam is fuckin narsty anyways but stale? hells no peoples, tasted like sour belly buttons. anything, but i won't do that, oh no meatloaf, not will i eat you. nor. noreaga.
i hate laptops but they are sweet for being in bed or on the toilet. try it.
more of you need to post on here, i want to hear the raputurous voices of your drunkdom.
sad. sadness. and not cuz theres not enogh, on the contrary, always enough, but the stomach can fail before you do. for so long. not looking forward to the summer people, well i mean in a way i am, want to see the clothes peeled off and sit on patios. maybe peel some clorthes myself. from others.
yeah
worried about seeing some peoples again, worried i'm still a lose. still? just a lose. ah dear.
dear dear dear.

happy st. paddy's

happy paddy's day
bitches.
are you feeling good?
just wanna know if you're feeling good.
no word of a lie, my white bunny and i are enjoying a moment between intoxication and sickness.
i'm holding his (billy) nose against the sneezing and he's making me feel like a good human being.
looking out for animals and such.

even though i sat through a university lecture on the proper use of pieroids and semicolons, i still don't really get; do you?

anyawys,
st.paddys day. one love for all and all a good night.
it has become its own new years of sorts. peeps asking, what was i doing last year?
preety much getting shit faced.
so live it, be it, don't pretend otherwise.
let's play, be merry, and just wake up and pretend this never happend.
night, night.

this is the one

top 5:
5: Garages
4: Benny and the Jetts
3: Strobe Lights
2: Folding paper planes
!: The inside out of it.

- to be fair i didn't take in account, Lazers, or Crayons.
so there you go.

dirty word life, it means forever.... and that's a mighty long time

gosh, HIGH and drunk... is crazed.
my fingers feel a' burning
i know why i dom't get hight. becase i go staraigh crazed.
i lose my mind, everytghing is images and outside i feel a fucking tusnami
as iff the world is filled with water.
and i thinik i need to crap, only i feet the darknesss outside my room. here there is ligt
i am in argentina during a hail storm and life
well life is ok.
is what isay
gran turino is amazing
top 5 gran turinos
5.josh holms
4,adiresn brody
3.dick nvan dyke
2. o joe johnsons
1. clint eastwoon

what is that dirty word... and where did you ever come from?

Flash

today i was flashed. i didn't know what to think because the flasher was a lesbo. and i think i love her. not because of the tits though, but i must say the i saw was a good one! onlyv one though. titties after 20 months is great always. yall can show ne.

a-Thinking

Before i die, i'd like to fall asleep sitting on the toilet one night.
With my head on my fist pondering much like The Thinker.
Only instead of pondering humanity at the gates of oblivion i'd be pondering weather to shit where i'm sitting or to shift a bit and vomit in the tub.
i'd wake up having done niether and make all of you beautiful people breakfast.

Where in God's name am I?

Theres like, no fucking lights in this living room, and i feel like i'm typing at a retreat, which is good and all but shit, how can a home have no lights in the licing room hmmm? the archduke wants to get high with me and i do too but i've sworn it off as i have planned dancing and sex. or anything of the sort, i gueses both are hand in hand and all. swaying of the hips and closeness and that little sense of knowing something thqat you think the other hasnt thought of yet and using it to your sexing advantage. i think super mario on the snes was the best, but even after reading king kadars post 7 times and playing it all through my youth im still not sure what its proper name is. i try not to smoke for fear of heart complications these days. i try not to love either, same problem. today i didnt do much except enjoy company and play warcraft 3. the expansh.
people tell me that bender has left the common vernacular and i tell them that its just a matter of perception and greed. fresh blows the wind to the homeland, my german darling, where have you gone? oh im damn clever for you detectives. this is the greatest threat to vanity and not at all i just felt like writing it. best idea ever, just needs more. and more. dont we all. my comps all fucked so i cant even listne to muy own tunes anymore these dayts, im left at the mercy, christ its bad. bad bad. and now heres a poem!
roses are red
violets are blue (violet? purple?)
tiny tim is dead
and so are you.