eyeballkid

Last night I pulled a small doll out of my throat and it had me wondering...what's going on here. It was a ragady thing with a proper red skirt and pigtails, a very normal looking doll, but it's eyes had been replaced with smooth onyx disks that flashed in irregular patterns when held to light. I immediatly realised there was no immediate chance in deciphering...
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Ahhhhh fuck. I got nothing to say. Where have I been? Living life. Drinking, fighting, fucking, dying. Hmmmmm. Let's see, highlights...
-Got in another fight, this time pulling out some matrix-style reflex moves. I'm starting to think that I should do something productive with my reflexes...insteed of wasting them. Maybe...JuiJitsu.
-Blew an insane amount of money on dvds...All Family Guys, Futuramas, Mr. Shows, etc. etc....
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So, I go to a halloween party last night and nearly get beaten by an unruly mob.

First I watched the world series, which the Yankees lost, heh, and downed a bottle of vodka straight. I was dressed as Elwood Blues, and everyone kept saying, oh, nice costume, Men in Black? No no wait, your an agent. No, a reservoir dog. Motherfuckers had seen Reservoir...
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Did you know that if you have a common cold, and you only eat about once every two days and never sleep and drink every night, your cold will never die?

LISTEN! DON'T SHIT IN MY MOUTH AND CALL IT A SUNDEA! BESIDES I DON'T COME DOWN TO WHERE YOU WORK AND SLAP THE DICK OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!

Sorry, that was some exerts from...
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Where's my Rushmore?

I got out of the shower and jerked off. Then I poured a large glass of ice water, downed it. A night of hard drinking had left me tapped dry. My skin was pulled tight against my ribs. I poured another and went outside with a long thin cigar and a book. 100 Fiendish Little Frightmares. $4.95. I opened the book. A man was waiting...
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Her naked body lay unconcious on my lepoard print bed. I could see her smooth ass from where I lay, hidden, behind my dirty clothes baskets in my closet. I had been slamming vodka 7s and straight Jack Daniels all night. When she passed out during Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas I thought it would be funny to hide in the shadows and throw...
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Chopan is the sound. The drink of the night is Orloff vodka. Wrote a brilliant story I'm going to try to publish. I'm thinking about being a suicideboy. Who wants to see my dick? Bach is it now.

I've cancelled my renewal to suicidegirls. My last day is 12/07. Still a good way away. But why? Because this site, as well as a number of other things, have aided in my becoming your average hum-drum American bitch. I wake up, go to work, come home, watch t.v. or play on the computer. My writing has taken a drastic dip in quantity, I never...
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So I go to the bar last night and it ends up me and Allen closing down the bar. At the end of the night, it's just me and him and the bartender lady. She knows us good enough now we answer the phone for her when she goes to the can. That's a drinkin' problem. Anyway, the bartender starts giving me free drinks. The...
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