here's what i really want to write about.

you know, i was sitting here thinking at 6am, on a lovely.. sat? yes, sat morning, after another memorable night of, wash. rinse. repeat., and this is the thought that tinkled through my evaporating brain cells.
how i'd really like to have a blog or whatever, called "yes. yes, i was just being nice to you for you drugz"..
and in this blog thing, i'd just clearly state the obvious, over and over again. free-base shit talking, serving the only obvious divine purpose of making me laugh, like i already do in my head.. because, i am a fuk'n asshole. and in my jedi pickled mind, this makes sssoooo much awesome sense.

what separates ME from YOU: part 1

-fact: everything looks way better spray painted gold. in fact, i think at 5 am, i am gunna spray paint this here cup gold. cauz i can.

-god damn, i can party.. harder than 99% of people i know.., and wow, i love it. still, at 28, luv it. i even love it in some sort of ironic way, when i hear things like, "well, you don't have to work tomorrow blah blah.."// YEAH. that's the fuk'n point and also, not true. i set my life up to work in perfect harmony with getting wasted. yeah, i didn't just like, slip and fall into being a scum-bag. however, doing so is absolutely a job as well.. a job that most couldn't, or wouldn't want to handle.
all that hard work'n at a crap job stuff.., won't do it, can't do it, can find other ways to be in hell, thank you. people.. do what you love and i swear you'll stop being so obtuse.
so, love getting drunk. wasted in general. i really thought, probably like my parents, that it would be a phase.., oops.., looks like "wasted" is here to stay. high five. sadly, i'd have to say that wasted has been a better friend to me than 95% of people i've encountered. shame on you society.

-i will not settle. oh, i know you know what i'm talking about. [for those who apply, which is most] that person you have been going out with forever, the one you have all that "history" with, or find all that "comfort" in, yet aren't quite as attracted to as you used to be, but you make excuses for the truth.. yeah, that would be settling. oh come now, it's no secret. if you ain't getting turned on like the old days, and without being too graphic, i mean.. like that fresh, new kind of turned on.., whelp. you are merely one of the many individuals who cannot handle being alone and settle for a best friend. sorry, i don't want to fuk a best friend. not fun. blah blah. oh, and don't like that whole crap spiel about things "evolving" into a more comfortable place, save those golden words to tell yourself. anyone who tries to sell me on any other idea.., i'll just beat you to the punch by saying.., i hardly envy anyone's relationship. ugh. really. in fact, most, i despise so much, it blankets most of my loneliness and makes me happy to have only porn by my side. oh.. this also includes those who take on someone because they have diluted their mind into thinking it'll add an illusion of stability to their life.. ugh. get fuk'n real. try living some true life.. instead of taking on a "safe, stable" lil number.. just wearing a relationship, like it's a fucking court suit.. look'n good for the judge. fuk'n gross. i lump those right into the "settle, i will not" bracket as well.
what's leftover are those who semi-agree with me, but do that whole "i cannot commit, so i just fuck" thing.., well.. i remember my early 20's too. it gets harder to just bang people as time goes by. yeah. i know! f'n tripped me out to find out that it gets weirder with age too..., but with that shit, people usually get all dumb-weird, or they start spouting stoopid half lies about cryptic crap, as if i cared, or spoke cryptonics anyway.. all of that is just so predictably annoying, that most of the time, i'd rather not sleep with anyone, just to spare myself the headache.

-well boyz and gurls.., i just smoked a lot of weed and can no longer process anything deeper than eating a bean and cheese burrito and passing the fuk out...
-end jew rant transmission.