�high-tech hobo�

hey, keeping the promise of daily entries; just thought i'd let you know that i was up for 30-some hours yesterday, did 2 shots of some weak-ass triple sec and proceeded to pass out on the couch.

im broke. i have nine cigarettes. i need alcohol. we're out. now i know how the olsen twins feel when their latest straight-to-video movie doesnt do so well, sans the wicked beating they probably get from their assumingly cokehead parents, who are still trying to find a way to live off full house royalties.

so that in mind, i put up the paypal donate.

i'll get drunk tonight. dont you worry.

take care.

as i wrote this: pretended to smoke a cigarette without lighting it.
mood: cranky! need beer and smokage.
drunk when i wrote this? don't ask. i'll rip your friggin head off.