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as i’m sitting in my room by myself i hear the typical weekend question from outside my door;
are you drinking tonight?
no, i’m not drinking tonight, in fact, i never feel like drinking anymore because it is repetitive and boring and i simply do not understand how one can do it most nights of the week and not get bored and disgusted with yourself.
then again, i have watched the polar express twice today, elf, the family stone, and i’m on the second time around of love actually. some people may see this as problematic. i see it as my day off.
let’s see who will throw up tonight, who will make a complete and utter fool of themselves, who will hurt themselves, be stupid, ugh, as long as it’s not me, it’s all good.
oh we have a cat. his name is oscar and the stupid girls i live with do not know how to take care of him. he now has worms. and they’re more concerned about whether or not they have worms. not the cat. them. it’s their fault that he has them to begin with. hate them.
bring on another saturday, i’m locking myself in my room.
