Seeking joy and meaning in a joyless mind and meaningless existence

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

If Wishes Were Fishes

I wish I just had the fucking balls to slit my throat from ear to ear and just. be. done. with it!  I started the day intending to go to the gym.  As it is, I'm going to pour 144 ounces of alcohol down my gullet and desperately chase oblivion.