aftermath

so i return. from a nite i began promising not to touch alcohol n fags.

sorri i lied. in case ure wondering. theres no conscience bothering me.

juz... oh well wtf. i wont die from a few.

pretty much the same place i left it half a yr ago. chats the name of the place.

a ktv pub with rather cute hostesses. too bad. lians. struck off the social register.

its a pity realli. i cant bring myself into that kinda life.

sometimes.

i wish.

i could.

then again. mebbe when i run outta things to do. juz like i tell people. i might juz jump.

thats pretty much the last thing ive yet to try on my to-do list.

promiscuity is so tempting. i hate my morals. bah.

too bad they're PR's. if not i woulda evicted them.

it was fun. yodeling. with a sore throat. and a cough. and with beer. oops.

we had ice cream cake from swensens brought in.

picture: ice cream cake + beer + fags = ??

dun realli wanna knoe prolly find out tomorrow when i wake.

as for now. i still love mushrooms. i still insist.

so many **, so many **. onli one me.

im a narcissist. dont take my word for it.

Signing off.