I hate cold weather. I get depressed in cold weather. Something about the lack of sunshine makes my happiness melt away.

Cant get my special omnibus edition of a book because apparently my email is wack.

I need a cigarette. I want to go home.


*Edit

I can't believe I actually used wack in a sentence.

I should probably quit drinking. After a good night, I wake up bruised and confused and usually owing someone an apology for something I can't even remember doing, and usually am mortified that I did at all.

But I enjoy getting drunk. I enjoy the buzz. I just don't know when to say when and usually get white girl wasted and embarass myself profusely.

Ugh.