acidicman

It's friday night and I've done nothing again. I so need to work out what I want to do with my life. I keep trying things, but nothing seems to be me. I spent 100 gambling but just got bored. I download hardcore porn and find it predictable and repetitive. Sucky Sucky, Fucky Fucky, Splurt. I browse myspace and find nothing or noone of great significance. I drink a shed load of beer and just get drunk. I go for a drive and end up back home. I hate being so dull. I want drama. Worldwide panic, billions dead, something to make me wake up and be so happy to still be alive. No? I'll just watch Deal or No Deal then. Apparently Noel Edmonds got RSI from answering the telephone. I bet that was interesting. Perhaps I should get an illness. I've had illnesses. I enjoy being ill. It gives you an exuse for failing to achieve things. Yawn. I even bore myself to the point I wonder if I'll ever shut up. Maybe I should go and drive round the clubs in town after chucking out time and try to pick up some dirty young things who'll do anything for a lift home. Even that sounds tedious now. I think I'll just try and do some exercises. Physical labour is enoyable. I'd enjoy prison. A routine. No decisions. Plenty of free time. I could learn new skills like how to be a master criminal. I might go and study up on how to make a homemade bomb. That'll be intersting.