Today I woke up and brushed my teeth, I didn't floss. I can't stand flossing. My apartment is swotted with beer cans at the moment, and stinks of stale beer. I read an insert of Slashes autobio. I turned on the tv.

The TV made me spew, there was some piece about fox hunting... I HATE ppl who hunt it makes me SICK. If you have to kill something, start with urself... Anyway, I went to work and thought about quitting work.

When I got home, I just fell onto my couch. I thought of calling over to my neighbour, but thought better of it. I've never talked to her before... I wrote some poetry...

ME...
Feel me...
taste me...
touch me...

don't pet me, I'll break.

Afterwards my ex rang, she was drunk outta her mind and screaming at some trees that blocked her bedroom window view of a graveyard opp. I hung up when she started cursing me. I spoked some pot, read a bit of From Hell, and went to bed turned off the light, and my heart retreated to the darkness...