Wow, I'm still pretty drunk. But not too drunk to type.
I want to listen to the stereo as loud as it goes, I want to get laid, I want to fucking forget about the past couple days. I want to find my bliss, my zen and let the fuck go of my anger.
I want to say intensely personal, inappropriate things here, in this all to public forum. So please, I need to release some fucking tension, and my own god-damn brother won't even sit with me to have a drink.
I want to swim in the Mediterranean ocean off the coast of Tel Aviv and not have a fucking care in the world.
I want to see Zach.
I want Zach to come and see me.
Most of all, I want to live for today, and I don't want to have any regrets. So, my dear sweet bottle of wine, give me some good fucking dreams for once; and for the love of God, leave Bonnie the Bull-Dike, electric sperm, maxi pads, and all the fucking rest out of it.
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