its a beautiful day in the neighborhood
ha! weak im so weak. weak im so weak.
tonight dragged and kept getting slower. even worse when a group of straight-edgers or somebodys started playing guitar hero in the living room.
then kris (the kid who, once, couldnt handle more than 2 lines of his own ball and gave it away) starts feening. and he says: since nobodys really here tonight, if i get coke will you do it with me? i want to share it with just you and miguel.
how do i say no to that? like, whats my reason? my throat feels really scratchy and i cant handle a whole cigarette. but who would i be to let that get in the way of my night off? and what a horrible philosophy or whatever you wanna call that bs.
wow, i suck beyond sucking. and tomorrow, im going to feel like shit-physically and emotionally. should i even bother drinking more tonight? im already tipsy and stoned...how far do i want this night to go?
i feel utterly retarded right now and really down. arent drugs supposed to be fun?
and theres an 18 year old red-head with no eyebrows and ginormous breast running around the room looking for some crayola crayon pencil marker things and shes narrating it and not asking me for any responses.
kris has returned with product in hand.