deeper in the void

close your eyes and imagine. . .

nothing.

grab a bucket and mop

I feel like everytime I take a minute to write anything here it's always wishy-washy bullshit, and frankly, I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being sad -- it's so draining, ya know?

Besides, in real-reality, I'm not that sad - although, I think that I take the cake on being withdrawn. Luckily, I've had some good friends come and drag me by the britches to have a good time, a good chat, anything to get me outside of my own head. And please don't think that if you haven't tried (or tried and my misery and self-loathing overwhelmed you) that you're a bad friend. I love you too - well, most of you anyway.

So, my buddy Nate and I went out on Friday after work. Mostly to shoot some pool, drink some beers, and have a good chat about life. We used to talk all the time about the universe and such -- then the ass moved to 1st shift and I don't really get to see him anymore. Anyhoo, we hit up the bowling alley (cause they have a sweet ass pool room with like 12 tables in the back) and played for a couple of hours. After that, I invited him back to my cousin's house for more beer and darts. We hung out with Fawnda and Rob (her boyfriend) and my lil' sis, Wuzzer. And before we knew it, time had completely gotten away from us. It was 5:30 in the morning (not a big deal to me, especially on a Friday night -- but then again, I'm not Nate. I don't have a girlfriend waiting at home for me, one that was expecting him home around three.)

oops.

So, I'm not sure if Nate's allowed to come and hang out with me anymore.

I swear, I'm nearly harmless! I mean, I don't barhop. I don't chase girls. I don't drink too much (usually, I drink just enough.) But, needless to say, she was pissed and worried and PISSED.

I don't think it helped when I asked my sister to call and make sure he got home in one piece. Perhaps I wasn't thinking all that clearly come 6:30 in the morning. heh.

oh well, I think everyone had a pretty good time (excluding Nate's girl.) heh.

-dboy.