Thursday, February 9, 2012

harumph


harumph

I've been sitting at this computer for about an hour, just not able to write a fucking thing...  ugh.

"Dude, you wanna drink?" Judas, the bag of chips, offered.  "You should have a drink.  It'll make you feel good."

I sighed.  I'm tired and blah.  I just kinda want to lay down and read a book, but I don't know what I'd really like to read. 

"How about that drink?" Judas, the bag of chips, asked.

"Naw," I said.  I don't think I want to drink.  Okay, well, actually, I want a lot of beer and a bottle of whiskey.  But that won't get me anywhere.  But then again, maybe I need that.  You know, the not anything good where place.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Judas, the bag of chips, asked.

I keep thinking that I should make some fucking brownies with chocolate chips and peanut butter icing.  I don't know if that would be better than the booze.  Really, what the sad fucking state of life I live as I think about how good beer and...  fuck, A CHOCO-TACO WOULD FUCKING RULE THE FUCKING WORLD RIGHT NOW!

"You okay?" Judas, the bag of chips, wondered.

I nodded.  Nope.

fuck  

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