WHY THE FUCK DO PEOPLE HONK THEIR GOD DAMNED HORN OUTSIDE AGAIN AND AGAIN!!!!!!!! GO TO THE FUCKING DOOR AND KNOCK ON IT BEFORE I GET A FUCKING SHOVEL AND BLUDGEN YOU TO DEATH WITH IT!!!!!!! GOD,i fucking hate people. been drinken, can ya tell? i like the idea of drinking, tripping down the steps and.. . never mind. if you kill someone while drunk, do they reduce sentense? i need to get the fuck away from this place. anyone want to take in a house trained writer/dreamer who can quote Poe, Wilde, Shakespear and the bible. (don't ask on the last one, i just can) Or if anyone needs a human target, let me know. Okay... need to finish bottle and see if I can survive. distance does not make the heart grow fonder... it just tears it apart.
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