2006-09-19 - 8:24 p.m.
Okay, random thought time.
My aunt.. the most beloved-person of mine, the only one that could get me through my own father's passing, passed away today.
So I got drunk.
Really drunk.
So... yeah, drunk. Good feelings now. I think I might stay this way for awhile.
With plenty of Xanax, some Percocet, Ambien, Vicodin..
Yeah, baby. Yeah. I'm feeling great.
Ooh, Panic at the Disco. This song rocks my world..
So, drunk. Did I mention I was drunk off my ass? White Russian - Good shit.
So.. yeah, I'll only get a 1-hour paycheck of probably 3 bucks next week, but fuckit.
I'm staying out all week, probably will stay drunk throughout the entirety of it.
It just struck me that I type better drunk, than some sober people on the internet. I don't know whether to feel ashamed, or good about my great typing skillz.
That was supposed to be a z - Not a typo.
I hate typos.
White Russian is good shit.. and this song still rocks my world. (I Write Sins, Not Tragedies).. just so you know.
