I have nothing to say at this time.

Time for another cheap update. Things about months ago are starting to creep back into my head every once in a while. Heh, I hope the guys out there are less painful than I was. I mumble to myself as I bash the memories out of my skull with a hallucinogenic liquid. It feels good to not feel anything.

I treat my bike like its the love of my life; like its my baby. Ha ha, that's funny because in actuality IT IS. It gets more attention than it should. I call it names, and stroke it accordingly.

Not much on the agenda for tonight. Been taking shots like I'm not going to wake up tomorrow, think I had 8 or 9 so far. If I'm lucky maybe I won't for a while. This in addition to 3 beers earlier at Ruby Tuesday and a very alcohol-laden mixed drink I made up as well. Damn, I might as well be pouring pureed brain tumors down my throat. Hold on a sec whilst I pour another.

*cough* Damn.

Now the bottle's down to a little over half gone.

Here's one more. A lonely toast to dreams that will never come true.



Is that poetic enough for you?