I need a boom boom

As 2008 is coming to a near end, my mind and soul seems to have taken a permanent state of holiday mood. Not that it was actively productive before this, but it seems the procrastinating has been taken to a whole new level of extremity.

Oh fuck it. My mind is blank and I just want to type something on this piece of deserted wasteland.

Need a drink. Need money. Need a cock(the type that gets you laid).

Life's mundane. So mundane that the only exciting thing about waking up in the morning is to be able to get the day over with ASAP.

I don't even know what I want anymore.

To any of the holy beings(aliens included, I don't discriminate), get me the fuck out of this funk if you would.

Need more happy and uplifting thoughts in my head.

Fuck, this post is so fucking depressing. The emo-ness is enough to produce a truck load of emo douchetards.

Menstealing

I saw this motto on a blog I just stumbled onto:

"I engage in scheming and menstealing. Only the finest of extra circulars."

Such a beautiful personal declaration. Smart sluts are my heroes(heroines).