(Wednesday, April 02, 2008)
The cardinal rule is you do not consume alcohol when the reason arise has absolutely nothing to do with fun. As far as I am concerned rules are rules. Rules are freaking made not to be broken.
It was but a good guideline perhaps if I hadn't made the rule at 19 fucking years old. While I was drunk. Trying to impress chicks. Trying to be fucking Aristotle and Freud. Absolutely desperated to get laid.
Then again life then was simple. I go classes and I pass my examinations. Everything else falls through with few snags.
They taste absolutely foul, them whiskies. But I don't retaliate the damn fact that they did indeed get rid of my splitting headache since yesterday.
6:53 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic