Stepping out of the shower after a rough cardio session is wonderful.
Feel like I could frog leap across the Pacific and shit.
My torrent site is blacked out today.
No comics for me…
You know what THAT means.
I’m a little drunk now.
It’s 1 in the morning.
There’s a woman ringing my doorbell.
She looks hella sketchy.
Says she doesn’t know how she got here, and she needs a ride back to Southeast DC, or 35 cents.
If she would’ve come here a year ago, I might have been somewhat willing to help her out, regardless of the story she’s telling, which makes no sense. However, after what happened to me and my boy back in March, I’ve made a vow not to help random folks out above offering a little piece of change.
So I closed the door.
When did these suburbs get so gully, fam?
When the beat drops on this song…
I’m going to be raping the repeat button for awhile.
Sitting back, mixing a drink and pearling this L.
Wondering if I’ll ever live the sober life again.
I mean, I’m cutting back on some vices right now, but mostly because my new routine is cardio heavy, not so much because I want to quit.
And if I do ever decide to quit, I want to do just that. Quit.
Not stop for a month or two, or six, or even a year, then turn around and pick the habit up again. Once I say I’m done with it, I’ll be done with it.
But I’m not done quite yet.
Took two shots of Everclear and drank a glass of that shit mixed with ginger ale two hours before work.
Barely felt a buzz.
I’m going to play around with it more until I finally get fall down drunk, then see where my standing is.
More on that later.
Still more nightmares.
I don’t know what to do about this.
Recent nights have found my thoughts drifting towards Emerald.
A lot more than usual.
I won’t make a big deal about it, but it’s… interesting, to say the least.
Rebuking the familiar, in favor of the unknown.
Far easier said than done.
Little brother and I were bonding over some good ol’ Xbox co-op.
Scott Pilgrim is the perfect at-home arcade game, b.
I was going to work out today.
Then it started snowing.
Been sitting around ever since.
The moment she says “You’re like a brother to me.”
It’s over, man.
I get the feeling that I’m going to go supremely dark soon.
Vanish for a few months, you know?
Just not really feeling the desire to speak to people.
I may be a lot of things.
Some of them probably aren’t too good, or even remotely nice.
At least I’m honest, though.
The verdict on whether or not I’ll ever get tattoos is still out.
If someone sent me to a shop right this moment, I’d know of about three that I’d most definitely be comfortable having for the rest of my life.
But, I’m still not sure whether I care enough or not.
And there are other things I’ve got to focus on first.