A foul-mouthed, foul-brained aspiring screenwriter lives, copes, and complains.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Faded
Like a copy of a copy of a copy of an original. Like Corey Haim's career. How did I find the strength to get home? A Herculean motherfucker I am. Citron vodka on the rocks. Am I strong enough to jack it? Do not think so. Night, everyone.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
I certainly hope you didn't drive home after that.
2 comments:
I certainly hope you didn't drive home after that.
...in a Prius anyway.
I always get so drunk that I'm too tired to even switch on the computer and go on the net. Probably a good thing.
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