lose and let loose

People have told me on a regular basis that I swear to much. I believe they are right yet I care not. But should I? Ah, it’s not important.

Today I spent my day off with vodka and somas and too much pot. It’s occurred to me, though not suddenly, that perhaps I have somewhat of a problem. Eh, this is all bullshit really. Writing altogether leaves me with me with this inferior taste in my mouth- worse than sea food and that shit the chef girlfriend always feeds me. I aint like it. perhaps I’ll brush, I hear crest is releasing a new paste that’s supposed to be out of this world. Stay tuned.

Life in general is not worth writing about but perhaps one day it will be indeed. If not, lock me up among the mediocre cause that’s what I am anyway.

This weekend brings out of town trip to a glamorous place in Arizona. The heat wont wear down my ability to bitch about the happenings. Thank god I’m strong enough to withhold, if it werent for my bitching I’d surely be masturbating someplace along someplace counting the reasons why I indulge instead of truly live.

They made flamin’ hot chips? wtf?

Tomorrow brings work and I don’t generally hate work the same as I don’t generally enjoy it. Working for eight hours a day is not a corner of the industry of life I’d prefer to take part in. I’d much rather be, you know, someone who didn’t have to awake to an alarm clock blaring a buzz much worse than the music on the radio. If this doesn’t make sense it’s cause you aint no that I aint like to make sense- makes you too much of a spectacle.

I had dreams involving erotica last night. Was that leather or was it her skin, either way I came like crazy.