Anti abandons the internet.

it's finally over, thank fucking god.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

here i am, rocking you like a hurricane.

home alone sat'nite, barely any electricity being used in the house, and the sound of my fan stiring up my stale cigarette smoke... is all i hear.

i'm surrounded by an army of empty pacifico beer bottles, and all i can smell is my musty ass feet, because i never remember to wear socks.

i think im moody, or maybe annoyed at the world in general today. but i had to work with a ferocious hangover, and i think thats why im short on tolerance. my stomach feels like it's vibrating, and the inside of my mouth feels like a morgue.

the only relief i get is when im smoking a cigarette. which is why i have been chainsmoking all day. i will have you know that a true chainsmoker smokes at LEAST 4 packs a day, and only lights a cigarette with a lighter ONCE... the fist one.

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