So, my first journal.
I wish I were in a better mood to write it, but hey, you can't have everything.
Heh.
So, after quite a large amount of alcohol (More than the Government recommends, bless them - Not thinking that some of us would rather choose liver damage over spending another bloody year with those idiots in charge) I have decided to pen (ahem) my thoughts and share it with you, you lovely Deviants.
I'm currently wondering why I feel so gosh-darned cold. I've been pretty chilly all day, but the fact that I've been sat by a nice warm radiator for the best part of several hours doesn't seem to be helping at all. Hurray for circulation problems!
I wish someone was here with me. Someone I could talk to (besides myself), someone I could hold, someone I could...yeah. You get the picture.
But alas (and alack, if the mood takes you) there isn't anyone. At all.
I hope my friend Flobblem is home tomorrow - I can talk to him, and he provides...well...I guess you could call it an escape. I get to laugh, I can just relax - I get to talk to him about whats bothering me, and he talks about whats bothering him. Another thing I wish someone was here for is to bite me. I likes it. I dunno why, but its like a burn, but for pleasure - It feels so insanely good when its happening, but then it fades to...almost an ache, a remnant of ecstacy past.
Thats all I got for now - I'm gonna try and pop The Writers Meow logo down now. Wish me luck!