Mr.Squishy said:
I've also thrown healthy eating to the wind, and grown a bit pudgier after I moved up here, but I suppose the extra fat will be good insulation against the bitter, chill winds here.
Not really, the extra fat constrains your circulation. Making it harder for your blood to warm up your body.
Anyways:
Cue, misanthropic rant;
The first thing I notice is the whisky in my hand. I see a tired and quite pitiful face in my mirror. A quivering body wrapped in a blanket.
Been up all night. Single for 20 hours now.. Fuck! I love her.
It has been some considerable time since I was this messed up.
I usually enjoy these kinds of things, because I usually see my good sides. I think that I'm great, I know that I almost always am..
Right now though, I see little more than a small boy. Scared and alone.
Got to get myself together, hence the whisky. Gig tonight though, shouldn't drink. But if I don't I won't be able to stand it.
Fuck you world! Fuck you "logic"! And FUCK YOU "all-things-happens-for-a-reason"-universe, fuck you right in the middle of your rational flow of events!
Nah, I'm done now.. Shower, Shirt, Shoes and of to sound-check.
Have a good one.