So getting drunk for no reason...

How 'bout it? I mean, I don't condone this act in any way, but damn.

Wait, it's a bad idea. To everyone else you seem like an asshole (which is usually true). And typing? Forget about. Do you know how hard it is to type this shit?! Incredibly; that's how hard. I don't even know what to be writing. Or how I'm gonna type it. Whaddya mean because you're reading this that I typed it?! I mean, that's pretty good logic and all, but there are a number of different possibilities as to how this blog came to be.

I could have had someone write it for me. I could actually be someone who can hold their liquor. Like a man, I might add. Not like some people (I don't actually know anybody. Like anybody. I don't have any friends. Except Rachael and Quoc and Brian Denepitiya. But yeah. To me, all of this writing seemed as much as a normal entry which normally isn't a lot but still a whole lot more than this trash.

I lost my train of thought since I'm "talking" to someone over AIM. I put that in quotations because people are so used to talking to their friends over it that they only give one word answers which is incredibly annoying. If I talk to you it's because I want to have a conversation. I don't want to have to force one out of you. That's just giving me work. Work that I don't wanna do. In fact, there's no work that I wanna do.

I think I'm cut this one short. But, before I end it; being used? Yay? Or nay? Sound off in the non-existent comments section.