5am on the fucking nose. I'm drifting. The thought of playing poker ANYTIME soon makes me absoutely nauseaus. 4 hours of pure unadulturated BULLSHIT. I swear to god, Steele burns ONE SONG to ONE CD. I hear one song, then the cd changes. Maybe it's on uber random. ahh, makes sense. I cannot fucking wait for dude to yank my mother fuckin teeth out of my face, their sucha fuckin pain in the ass. Then i can focus on getting a jobbbbb. HOLY SHIT I KNOW RIGHT? fuck me. So this week has absolutely no potential. I plan to sit home by myself and get incredibly wasted everyday. i intend this week to be one of the most unrememberable ones in a long time, hopefully something absolutely insane happens, and I die. woo fucking hah. I don't know anymore. Nothing is working out, im tired of putting tons of effort into it. the object is entirely out of reach, in every way possible. Avalibility, Distance, everything. I want something incredibly good to happen this week, Is that so muching fuck to ask? Just some kind of awesome surprise that completely lifts my mood. Someone reach out and help a nyugguh. god damn lucky thoughts, it'll fail. it always does. Especially in that category. Im tired, so..common sense says sleep. Go Oilers

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