My Dearest Bl0g,

it is saturdaynight and hear i sit, in siszszizsissizzz channeling Rosie and attempting to start the 3 weeks of work I havent done this quarter,
i feel i came to the conclusion it was time for me to do something productive at some point last night
you see, i drank three sparx and collapsed on my kitchen floor crying with laughter by 8:47pm,
threw burning cigarette in kitchen sink and fellinto a mattress in the hallway
I went to my old house, I am not quite sure why, I got stuck there for a little bit and I dont know why this happened

When I finally left, almost immediately had I hit the darkroad of the night, my thumb yet not in the air, when did a crew of glee almost hit me with their car,
and off we went to a myriad of hopeless parties boringhipsters and boringhippies

i met a boy who said he sees me at every party he goes to, and i smiled and thanked him and guzzled his drink

but as the night wore on and i stumbled around a room that was a kitchen and bathroom at once
blabbering to my childcare coworker how i should have gotten laid


and onias gave me a ride home and my dress got all wet as i was dumbly sitting on a juicy bag of garbage,
and i babbled on about all sorts of things he doesnt care about

it was then i kind of realized how utterly pointless i am making my existence out to be