Candy

Can you hear a thing I say, as the tide just sweeps and sways, as the anchors that bind me just rust and decay?

So I am chilling on my couch in a shoulder-padded top, underwear and thigh high stockings. Why? Because I can´t be fucked finding PJ´s and I am a lazy sod. I want to listen to music but I can´t because we have to keep the noise down on week nights and I like music at an ear-splitting volume.

I have been contemplating shaving my head lately. I really, really want to do it but everybody thinks I shouldn´t. One friend went to the point of telling me I would look repulsive and he wouldn´t talk to me anymore. James, you are a shallow prick! :)

I need to get a life/job and stop spending so much time reading and getting drunk; but every time I get think of doing something, I end up toddling off to my room. I pick up a book and listen to Jack off Jill and, in most cases, have a cat-nap. If I am not doing that I am spending whatever money I do get on pointless shit, drinking alcoholic beverages with with friends or writing. Ugh, it sounds good to some but I am starting to get fucking bored. I want a challenge or someone challenging to pull me from this monotonous bullshit cycle. I want someone interesting to sweep me off my feet and give me a run for my money.

I want black coffee and marijuana and Slipknot.

I just can´t choose, can I? Ha.