The sickly sweet smoke of a clove cigarette assaults my nostrils early this morning. I am none too pleased with the sun poking me in the eyes through the shades, angry for being excluded from my presence. There is a movie on, My Girl, with that kid from Home Alone. I've seen this movie a few times in the past and never really thought much...
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laceyk:
Welcome to SGCT!!!
Since June of this year, I have wondered where I would end up by the time my daughter turned three. Would I be dead, in prison, committed to an asylum, backpacking through Europe, doing something, anything, other than what the hell I've been doing all along? Nope, not a fucking chance. But you know what? I don't really give a damn to be completely truthful....
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argonautgod:
You lucky bastard. 
Respect though for the gentlemanly conduct. Respect.
I've totally given up on wondering where I'll be x years from now. I'm just thankful I've made it to today and I've got a chance to make it to tomorrow.
Respect though for the gentlemanly conduct. Respect.
I've totally given up on wondering where I'll be x years from now. I'm just thankful I've made it to today and I've got a chance to make it to tomorrow.
argonautgod:
Well you'd think that philosophy would lead down that road...
There is no such things as a 'leisurely walk' through a park in a storm. Sad as it may seem, I am proud to tell you this. I speak from experience. It's more like a 'holy shit what the fuck am I doing' sort of thing.
Getting a fence post through the skull would be skill though.
There is no such things as a 'leisurely walk' through a park in a storm. Sad as it may seem, I am proud to tell you this. I speak from experience. It's more like a 'holy shit what the fuck am I doing' sort of thing.
Getting a fence post through the skull would be skill though.
Fuck me with a rusty fire poker I feel like shit. Ok, let's recap (read: try to remember) the happenings of the last couple of days. It's still a bit fuzzy, as am I, but I'll do my best.
Wednesday (Night):
I've got a juice bottle filled with a nasty booze concoction that I told y'all about yesterday (technically I wrote it the day before...
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Wednesday (Night):
I've got a juice bottle filled with a nasty booze concoction that I told y'all about yesterday (technically I wrote it the day before...
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argonautgod:
Fuck you with a rusty fire poker? Not a chance. I only do jagged edges only and that's for my benefit, not yours. 
Now that's friends for you... skint as feck yet they feel compelled to ply you with booze. Respect.
The new Firefox 2.0 browser has an auto-spell function. This function needs severe work I feel.
Now that's friends for you... skint as feck yet they feel compelled to ply you with booze. Respect.
The new Firefox 2.0 browser has an auto-spell function. This function needs severe work I feel.
I'm sitting here contemplating the events of this morning, trying to ignore some crappy romance chick-flick about old people (mid-40's I'd figure) falling in love because I can't be arsed to change the channel to cartoons, and attempting to tie one on yet lacking the funds to do so with adequate satisfaction. So, in lieu of drinking a series of fine Scotches, champagne, a nice...
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And so it is done. Today I wrote the final page in a chapter of my life that has lasted for ten years. The dissolution complete, the ties succinctly severed, the marriage has finally come to an end.
Tuesday:
I lay there on my couch as dusk sets in, panting and wheezing, clutching my inhaler. A quick stop at the gym to work out a...
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Tuesday:
I lay there on my couch as dusk sets in, panting and wheezing, clutching my inhaler. A quick stop at the gym to work out a...
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argonautgod:
Damned good read that. Damned good.
You should have pulled a 'Jack Nicholson in the porno theatre from The Departed' act. Nobody would be giving much of a feck about being upstaged after that.
Are you really a professional alcohol tester?
You should have pulled a 'Jack Nicholson in the porno theatre from The Departed' act. Nobody would be giving much of a feck about being upstaged after that.
Are you really a professional alcohol tester?
This weekend heralded in yet another large stride in my hippy, self-help, overemotional journey to discover the real me. I took J* out on a date; this, I suppose, is my first real first date in about ten years. The other women I've been spending time with and taking out for a night on the town I had already slept with so I really don't...
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