tonight i decided to forego my ritual of drinking bud light and wasting folks at pool.

i stayed in, drank some medicine (which means whiskey for those of you who are less hip), and played the best album of all time.

river runs red by Life Of Agony. the best of all time.
got a little anxious, so keeping wiht tradition i broke out the Perl and started on a copy of Foldoc since it is sooooo cool.

then hit the whiskey some more.
and yes, i did feel bad about things and yes i didn’t forget about how much i hate many things.
one thing more than ever tonight……..and i will get even for it you fucking liar.
you’ve got time for everyone, but you ain’t got time for me.
got time to lie to me, got time to spend with friends, but when it comes time to make good on promises —-”i never said that”.

whatever. i’m over it.
you made me stop caring long ago with your constant piss-poor attitude towards me.
i suppose next time this happen i’ll do what you think i’m doing and “check up” on you
just to ruin your night.
seem you know what i’m doing and what my goals are better than i do, so i might as well make them reality.

fuck this—whiskey calls again

this sucks