foreverkingunderamun's journal

Yes it will be number 1. The first one. Thinking about what to write.

I can't understand why everyone's journal is so moody. Ok life is a bit, alright 99% of the time, crap. But I was always refer to the story of King David's ring. He had inscribed a passage on it that would make him thoughtful regardless of his mood. It was inscribed with "This too will pass".

My day starts at 3pm. I justify my late wakening with laziness and unemployment. The kettle is on and on too goes the laptop. SHE sends me a text message stating she doesn't really remember our drunken conversation. last night. I think... excellent. God I nearly told her how I felt. Why does drink make things like that seem more acceptable. OH THE MORNING SHAME. The story of my life. If I didn't drink as much I would have to start taking things seriously. Is there anything worse???

I'm still in underpants from yesterday and my coffee is nearly finished already. I reply to her with "No I don't remember anything lol!" I hate myself sometimes. There is an advert on telly asking me to buy dog food. I don't have a dog, but meaty chunks you say??

Wine has entered my thoughts. Just woken, it has to be a light, white Australian. Small glass of course. Should I clean the house today? Or should watch the television and broaden my mind with such stimulating and educational programmes such as Big Brother. God I hate that show. I'm not one of those people who think it is cool to hate it. I really do. Oh and Drum & Bass too. Hang on SHE has just text again.

She basically just blew me out. I made a joke as if I didn't care, all blokes have to do that by the way girls. I'm not sure why. It is that awkward self defence mechanism thingy we got going on. I hate her now, and will toast to her loss in my next Chardonnay. girls should all die.

Anyway, I just realised why all journals are so moody. They can't help but be moody. Maybe that's the idea of them. Anyway there's a fine bottle with my name on it. I'll tell you what happened tomorrow.

P.S I might kill her.