A few days ago I managed to get my hands on a Vicoden. Yes, one pill. It's
sitting by my keyboard in a ziplock bag. I can't stop looking at it. I'm tempted
because I know it will feel so
good, but at the same time I'm not in any pain
and I really want to save it for when I am. My depression is not worthy of this powerful
pill yet.
On another note, I think my PC is about to take a
dump. This piece of crap is
lagging like no other. I have to fucking update my sites with notepad since I
can't keep any other editor open for longer than 15 minutes. This is such
bullshit, because I upgraded this hunk of metal just 6 months ago. You get what
you pay for I guess. Next PC, if I can ever afford one, will be built by me to
my specs. That way I will only blame myself for it's lack of performance.
Speaking of electronics, I had a broken washer and dryer combo sitting on my
front porch. They've been sitting there since I moved here. Well since my place
was infested with smoke and I could barely breathe this morning, I decided to
step outside for a smoke. Well, some idiot stole the washer and dryer. Unless
this thief knows how to fix these things, he will be pretty upset when he learns
they do more damage than good. Good riddance anyway.
A groom who turned up
drunk to his wedding in India was replaced by his more sober brother. The
younger sibling readily agreed to marry the teenage bride at her family's
request, reports Metro. The original groom had been 'misbehaving with
guests when the bride's family and villagers chased him away' in a village
in Bihar state's Arwal district, a police spokesman said. "The groom apologized
but has been crying that word will spread and he will never get a bride
again," he added.
Well that's just fucked up. Anyway, I have half a bottle of whiskey and no
cokes to mix it with. This sucks, I'm going to have to do shots all night. I'm
dreading tomorrow already. I'm done here. I wasn't even going to update today
but I saw its been a week so out of the goodness of my clogged heart, I felt the
need to.
