Saturday, May 28, 2011

I don't have anything to say anymore.

I am losing my memory which scares me more than anything. 
I don't have anything of substance to say.
And I need to get back to that place where I can finish a goddamn book.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

I found this.

I have these terrible habits;
of cracking my knuckles 
and drinking far too much coffee 
and even more whiskey
and losing myself 
and getting anxious around people
and hating them for it
and being jealous 
and not understanding why I do 
any of these things.

I guess on the bright side, 

I could be a smoker.