365mor days then

Sobriety at its best, and tipsy stupors in the morning. Meshy's a year older. Clear spirits have been a good friend, on many a night, and in the mornings as I've found out. Engaging conversations have been a constant absence in my short years, and the feeling of having had 5 hours of some has been wonderfully pleasant. Here's to another year.

boomboxxd

Financially and socially incapacitated, i have become just another number.
The weekend is looming and I haven't the slightest hint of enthusiasm about me, other than the thought of getting shit faced on my friend's birthday this Sat. and my presentation earlier on the same morning.
After that, I'm not really sure.
Debts to pay, things to get and stuff i need to sort out, I'm getting busy, but not in the way i want to be.
Monotonously dead and so, so fucking frustratingly lacklustre and dull, its become such an unnecessary burden, just being me these past few weeks.

slumbd

boredom is my best friend. Lately i've been on a one dimensional train ride to fuck-all boredville. Nothing new, everythings gettin stale and old and mouldy. The fact I'm not doin' anything about it isn't helpin either, and so we find ourselves, stuck, bored unmotivated fucking numbed out of our heads at home in front of a screen. Its only wednesday.

now and when

been out of things to say and do and just been my usual unmoving self. where i go from here is something i've known and have dreaded.