A blast–I had a blast. I’m drunk. I am…
If I’m not, then you’re not reading this by now. I may have thought right then that I shouldn’t be posting something like this. But since I already planned to do this way before, and me, being drunk right now, would not care if somebody would be bored to read this at all (unless you’re her).
I must tell,
This will end in a line with one of my biggest excuse, if not lie ever. (Dare to skip lines f*** you!).
Since I cannot sleep well tonight, with some finished bottles of beer, and since I cannot think of things I’d be doing next, I should be sleeping soon (It’s just a matter of one day-dream, hundred of sheeps to count and doing nothing). But then I’ve realized that Coheed and Beatles are still giving me an LSS to sleep right away so it would not be a bad idea to sing inside the bathroom, find words to post, and be half-awake while half-dreaming.
So I did sang some songs. Four of them as I’ve remembered. I had great gig until I grew tired seeing the four walls of the bathroom. Then I went up to my room, lied to my bed and began counting sheeps.
I knew there was something coming. Someone was visiting. Someone will stay for a while. Please read more of it here.
Strikingly honest thoughts even bolder suggestions.