but that's what I love about it. Hi, are you ready for this week's drunk Sunday morning posting? First of all, I'ld just like to say that I deeply apologize for all of the mean things I said last week. I'm sorry. I was drunk, really really drunk. I'm not even quite sure what I said. I don't remember and I'm too lazy to read over it again. I'm sure I must've thought I was a whole lot of clever at the time of writing it though. I listened to that song, OOps, I did it again over and over, so many times that it's permanently scarred into my brain. So, I have this problem that I constantly reek like alcohol at work. It's usually due to the disproportionate amount of beers I drank on my lunch break, and the ones I drank upon awakening on my bed bug infested floor. I like a slight bit of pain when I sleep. And these dreams, I don't even know where to begin. I feel truly blessed to have so many dreams. I really mean it. And I don't know if you're going to believe this, but I still have wet dreams. But, it's always disturbing. I awake shuken up. Last weekend I went to the Salton Sea. It knocked my chemistry out of wack. I feel like I'll never be the same. It made me horny and scared. That's a terrifying thing let me tell you. I think it's the drunkest I've ever been. And there was pain of all varieties in which I was indulging in and none of which I have even the slightest recognition of. I have serious internal bruising inside of my head. I kept on losing my shit figuratively and literally. Wow, where did I learn all these fancy words from? And fuck shoes. I like a bit of pain and punching when I'm walking around in the desert. I thought that D&D and video games was killing my libido which is what I always wanted, but once it's gone, and you can hear that wind blowing, you feel so alone, and so dissasscoiated from the whole experience of being a human being, not that that's so terribly admirable. I'm a bit ashamed to admit it, but I think I went a whole week without having an orgasm. I never thought I'ld live to see the day, but I've seen it, and it sucked, and I wish it would fuck off and die. and don't even get me started on sobriety. It's a delicate balance between celibacy and being totally so fucking shit faced drunk that you can't remember women's names and you have to cover one eye to get a good look at them. I know I'm not the most enticing dish, but my penis works. I swear to gosh. Wow, how many sexual opportunities did I blow in that last paragraph? When, I sit down and take inventory of my life, all I can think about is all the rejection, both inflicted on me and inflicted on other people by myself. Everytime, I get my feelings hurt, I like it. I savor it. I want it more and more and more. I have no idea where I was going with that. Oh yeah, the Salton Sea, I'm going back, I wish there was a fucking bus or something that went out there. I get the deal on rent-a-cars, but I'm way too drunk for that. Don't tell my boss I said that. But, he wouldn't fire me. I got the smog license (i.e. the please don't fire me, I like making shitloads of money and working three blocks from home license) This week's black metal recomendational: Blodulv. I have no idea what language it's in, but it's really loud and reaally passionated. I strongly suggestuate it.