Thursday, 30 January 2014


It's shit being sober. I was going to abandon this account, but I really can't be bothered starting all over again. So onwards we go through stinking moods until the next drink.

I was tired, now I'm not
I was horny, now I'm not
I was drunk, now I'm not
but, I'm alive and I'll never say "now I'm not"

The tiny obvious thoughts that og :0 through my head when making a glass of tea.