As much as I hate this dumpy apartment complex, I love the fact that I can walk across the street and buy beer and cigarettes, return in under 5 minutes to catch my pizza delivery man bringing my online ordered pizza. Im such a lazy asshole. If I had more the 3 channels, I would probably sit and watch TV right now with my hand in my pants like Al Bundy and relax while I wait for yet another hangover to pass me by. Last night I had my Tarot cards read to me. Never really did anything like that before but now I know why. It was all bad. Actually, there was some good news! Should no stars collide or anything out of the ordinary, Im not going to die this year. That rocks! Now I can drink and drive blindfolded with one leg tied behind my back and I know Ill still make it home safely. I also met with my Doctor last night and asked her if Methylchloroisothiazolinone is right for me but she was attending other ill patients who were walking a thin line between vomiting and unconsciousness. Oh, well, I guess Ill take two and call in the morning. Whats the worse that can happen? I mean, hey, the cards dont lie!
and maybe you shouldn't drink and drive blindfolded.