31.12.06

sick, fucking sick, sick, sick.

Wheee! I'm up late enjoying this new hobby of drinking alone to try to kill the cold or at the very least stop caring about it. Last night I repeatedly opened the wrong drawer trying to access the Beam. Long, flat drawers do not hold tall, fat bottles.

Also I am trying to cultivate a new hobby where I miss calls and imagine that it was someone calling to tell me all the kind things they never got to say, but always meant to. They care about me more than anything and more than they've ever said. I suspect that very few people have those feelings for me, so this is a nice game. I'm no one's confidant and when people accuse me of having some warm liquid center I always refute them. I nlarge part because I don't and if I did I see no reason to share it.

Ta Ta. Wish I was out with friends, but I still feel like my head's a gonna explode.

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