im all better now
in my wanderings and meanderings, i also found the truth. refreshing to say the least.
some days, like today, i wish i were the sex-crazed junkie on an unstoppable highway to ultimate self-destruction.
and if you were to ever meet me in the street, you'd not spare me a second thought.
some days, like today, i wish i were the sex-crazed junkie on an unstoppable highway to ultimate self-destruction.
and if you were to ever meet me in the street, you'd not spare me a second thought.
posted by AristoNeeks | 4:14 pm
People typically don't spare a thought for others on the street.
Maybe you should wave?
The highway to ultimate self-destruction is a road best traveled with a bottle of whiskey and a death metal soundtrack. Sex-crazed junkie has been romanticized so much it has become a bit cliché.
Then again, there's always the carpool lane to ultimate self-fulfillment ... whatever the fuck that means.
ej.. hmm. intriguing idea. ... but, what if my wave instigates an ocean of turmoil?
strangers carry their disdain and disgust on their sleeves. they'd as soon kick you as wave back.
it's a risk we must all take, it seems.
morbid.. Touché.
would a bottle of luke-warm piss be okay in lieu of whiskey? not as liquid refreshment, but more of a crime deterrent.
In my experience, a bottle of lukewarm piss is never a crime deterrent.