at some point last nite after fondue it was the requisite get mad at fil for being uptight and saying something stupid routine. he said i am a firework on a stack of hay or whatever and yeah he may be right but still i do what i do and that’s that. how can i be expected to enjoy myself if i can’t say what i want to say and how i want to say it? i guess i could make an effort to be less obnoxious but FT! i look around me and no one else is trying so whatever, why should i bother when people don’t bite their tongues and are as equally rude to me?

and everyone who disagreed with me about the book excerpt can go blow, don’t take things out of context. i’m not in the mood for an ethical debate about boozing at the age of 22 vs. the age of 30.

also, just cos i have friends to hang with and drink with doesn’t mean i’m not lonely, there is no typical way of an alcoholic’s life or a depressed person’s for that matter. i spend everyday from 8am to 6pm more or less ALONE everday, why the fuck do you think i am blogging so much. i don’t know how to function properly during the day and around people unless we are all watching tv together.

anyway enough about me, let’s discuss YOUR problems today.