It has been a month and two days since I wrote a real blog here. That is terrifying. Time is moving far to quickly. I'm only young for thirteen more years. It honestly feels like these past few months have only been days. Time is changing, it's all distorted. Tomorrow I will find myself at the end of next week. Wow, it's looking more and more likely I'm going to end up with an empty bottle of wine and a hangover tomorrow morning. What a sad thought.
I had a wine/cigarette combination last week. I now understand part of the French culture.
So I slept until two o'clock in the afternoon today. I sincerely hope anyone who reads this is jealous. The irony is I would give up this state of leisure in a heartbeat for something truly productive. Without responcibility relaxation fails to define itself.
I feel as if I am standing in the moment before a full body seisure. I suppose it's to late to reach my wallet, so lets all blow a big kiss goodbye to my tongue. Ah hell, I don't need it anyway.
This is a collection of all the others. Soon you'll find I am translucent.
This is where the blog turns into a whole lot of mindless dribble. Pay close attention less you miss the insanity.
Lie! My heart isn't in it. This is existing solely for the purpose of inertia. I must create a path to follow if I'm to follow it daily. I'm just going through the motions.
Hahahahaha.
FiestaCripple: I guess I just cant stand the taste
FiestaCripple: thats why
Oscar Crumb: Yea. Beer is pretty gross.
Oscar Crumb: But with beer pong I just slam that shit down and don't even taste it.
FiestaCripple: when we went up to the camp site with anthony and katlin
FiestaCripple: I didnt play
Oscar Crumb: It was damn near impossible
Oscar Crumb: It was way to dark.
FiestaCripple: but i took the shot of jack when he offered it
FiestaCripple: arnt we going to flips at dark to
FiestaCripple: ?
FiestaCripple: its gonna be just as dark
Oscar Crumb: There will be car headlights and a fire.
FiestaCripple: three acres in to the woods?
FiestaCripple: how are we gonna get the cars back there?
FiestaCripple: ?
Oscar Crumb: There is a trail to drive them back there on.
FiestaCripple: oh lol
FiestaCripple: is it hunting season?
^That paranoid fuck.
He is honestly crippled at partying. There is some sort of chemical deficit in his body that does not permit him to be socially acceptable at parties. Nearly everytime he speaks the instant reaction inside of my head is "why would you say that?" Despite his flaws I wouldn't trade him for anything. Well, maybe a new car.
I truly have nothing relevant to say. So here is where I'll stop.
red wine
