well, now i've got an excuse. And that's all i really needed. on saturday night i am supposed to go to a par-tie. a lavous (sp?) affair to be sure, with many beautiful little and big and thin mostly likely, party girls, and that's why I am supposed to go. because i have to meet girls and be socially correct and socially aware and not socially inept like i get along just fine being so i can get married and have kids and get on with my life so i can die. because that's the way that it works. but i don't want to go to the par-tie because i don't want to die. no, no, im being all melodramatic, sticking needles in my veins. It's not really true. Well it is true, i mean who wants to die, certainly not me, but that's not the reason i don't want to go. i don't want to go because the thought of pretty par-tie girls doesn't arouse me enough to make me get off my butt and struggle to make conversation with people i probably won't have anything in common with. and now i have an excuse. so what should i do? i don't know.
- posted by Sigurd5/06/2004 10:19:00 AM