Fucking insomnia.
A Sunday night/Monday morning, and all I can seem to concentrate on is the pointlessness of everything. Call it depression, call it pathetic, call it whatever you will.
I might call it hell. But you couldn't give half a rats ass. And that's perfectly fine, 'cause I could bet that no one will ever read this except for me.
Hell, I'm not even gonna read this. Yay.
I suppose I could glean a little joy gawking at extremely beautiful (funny, popular, sexy, interesting, etc) women on this site, but then I'd just be prologing the inevitable.
Well, I guess I AM just prolonging the inevitable. Might as well get back to perusing the archives of insanely attractive girls that I will never meet/talk to/date/fall in mutual love with/marry/die happily beside....
YAY.
::nothing but bitter smiles and awkward frowns::
A Sunday night/Monday morning, and all I can seem to concentrate on is the pointlessness of everything. Call it depression, call it pathetic, call it whatever you will.
I might call it hell. But you couldn't give half a rats ass. And that's perfectly fine, 'cause I could bet that no one will ever read this except for me.
Hell, I'm not even gonna read this. Yay.
I suppose I could glean a little joy gawking at extremely beautiful (funny, popular, sexy, interesting, etc) women on this site, but then I'd just be prologing the inevitable.
Well, I guess I AM just prolonging the inevitable. Might as well get back to perusing the archives of insanely attractive girls that I will never meet/talk to/date/fall in mutual love with/marry/die happily beside....
YAY.
::nothing but bitter smiles and awkward frowns::
don't get too down.
Chuck P = fabulous
and most of the movies I like.
Eat a cheese steak from THE CHEESESTEAK SHOP and get some Nation's for me and if ya venture to Berkeley get some Zachary's or Fat slice.
Later