Thursday, January 31, 2013
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Saturday, January 12, 2013
Sleepless Nights 79 - I Only Play Games That Allow Me To Kill
Picture unrelated. But it's a motherfucking badass Tibetan Mastiff. Pity they're so bloody expensive.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
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Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Sleepless Nights 77 - How I Spent New Years Eve; From the Eyes of a Still Morbid 21 Year Old.
I quit smoking today. I have no idea how long it will last but I did. Last cigarette three hours ago.
I need a smoke so bad right now, my teeth are growing lips.
So. 2012.
It was a fucking blur, wasn't it? Here I am trying to think of something memorable and nothing came up.
And for some reason, I think that's a fucking good thing.
It was a quiet year, or at least for the most part. Had a good time when I went back home. Everything was... Peaceful. I got my license after overcoming my fear of driving. Well. I haven't managed to completely block the fear but... I'm getting there.
No relationships this year. That's a new one. It became too much of a tiring thing, I believe. I think I've got the hang of being all right with the thought of being alone. That is, until the next foxy thing comes along.
Mama had to go under the knife for her cervical vertebra. That was a bit of a scare. Dadhi wasn't doing so well too.
I lost my fingertip in an elevator accident. I'm not sure what to make of it.
Holy fuck I'm dying for a smoke. Probably need to put that Jasmine tea to good use then.
Lost some friends. It's only natural, as they say. Gained some new ones, apparently. Let's see how that goes.
I think there's something wrong with my facial recognition. The other day, this chic passed by me on the way to class. She smiled, I smiled, I said hello, we had a short chat and I had absolutely no idea who she was. She seemed familiar for some reason. Pretty, too.
What else... Got into an affair without myself realising. And then I realised what was going on and fuck it, I went along with it. Somehow, the governing bodies of the cosmos knew of it and didn't approve and it quickly died. I should be thankful for that, I think. She was nice about it, though.
Wrote some pretty acceptable shit. I should force myself to go to the next level. I'd probably die in the process.
I really don't want to write anything else because I'm craving for a fucking smoke so much. Fuck.
This year, I wasn't even woken up by the fireworks.
I need a smoke so bad right now, my teeth are growing lips.
So. 2012.
It was a fucking blur, wasn't it? Here I am trying to think of something memorable and nothing came up.
And for some reason, I think that's a fucking good thing.
It was a quiet year, or at least for the most part. Had a good time when I went back home. Everything was... Peaceful. I got my license after overcoming my fear of driving. Well. I haven't managed to completely block the fear but... I'm getting there.
No relationships this year. That's a new one. It became too much of a tiring thing, I believe. I think I've got the hang of being all right with the thought of being alone. That is, until the next foxy thing comes along.
Mama had to go under the knife for her cervical vertebra. That was a bit of a scare. Dadhi wasn't doing so well too.
I lost my fingertip in an elevator accident. I'm not sure what to make of it.
Holy fuck I'm dying for a smoke. Probably need to put that Jasmine tea to good use then.
Lost some friends. It's only natural, as they say. Gained some new ones, apparently. Let's see how that goes.
I think there's something wrong with my facial recognition. The other day, this chic passed by me on the way to class. She smiled, I smiled, I said hello, we had a short chat and I had absolutely no idea who she was. She seemed familiar for some reason. Pretty, too.
What else... Got into an affair without myself realising. And then I realised what was going on and fuck it, I went along with it. Somehow, the governing bodies of the cosmos knew of it and didn't approve and it quickly died. I should be thankful for that, I think. She was nice about it, though.
Wrote some pretty acceptable shit. I should force myself to go to the next level. I'd probably die in the process.
I really don't want to write anything else because I'm craving for a fucking smoke so much. Fuck.
This year, I wasn't even woken up by the fireworks.
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