Let’s get something out of the way up front and personal. Yes, yes, yes, I am drunk and getting drunker. and not just drunk. i found some pills in my sister’s cabinet that all looked very pleasing. i steered clear of the prozac and grabbed a few lortabs and allegros and various and sundry anti-anxiety medecation. for someone who’s life is perfect, she’s got a lot of self-numbing shit in her cabinet.

oh, i should probably mention that i spent the weekend at my sister’s house. No, I have no idea what came over me. i just got sick of things here and thought i’d leave somewhere else and the thought of visiting my brother made visiting my sister seem fine by comparison.

oh, and i got an email from Bertha. No is the answer. That’s right. No. She said no to marriage.

the one thing i got going for me is my liquor cabinet and the pills which i can space out. so what if i get constipated. i don’t care. i just don’t care.

Isolation score: fuck you and fuck the horse you rode in on