Jesus, I am so sad. It's one fifty-six AM, I've had a terrible fight with my wife, I'm all alone, I don't have a pillow, I'm only half drunk and I feel like such a loser. I already feel like a a shmuck, having made the mistake of looking at the last few poems I wrote. I used to think I was good. I'm even feeling sorry for myself IN MY BLOG, for chrissakes. I'm just glad that there are virtually no links to this goddamned thing. All my blogger friends have gone the way of the horse and I haven't bthered to acquire any new ones.
Ah well. This little time capsule is fun every now and again for me to llok at. I just bought a live journal subscription, sucka.