When it’s hard to find someone who can take all the things you have in your life, you better damn well distract yourself enough to keep on moving than reliving all the nightmarish memories of your life and wallowing in your own self misery.

Yes it empties my wallet, screws up my stomach ulcers and yes it completely fucks up my liver eventually, but once in a while of being wasted with a friend has it’s benefits. It’s just the other things you got to avoid.

Being piss drunk and blogging is ridiculous but it sure as hell beats feeling down and out when you’re writing.

Its beginning to become very obvious that everytime I am around a girl in this place, it always seems to revolve around a computer. So assumptions have to be made which would be:

Sometimes we only but the fragmented self image of our original selves.