The possible new year's eve scenario for me is me sitting on my bed with my "mr. white" dry coughs which is slightly becoming kind of chronic, reminding me once again that I have to quit smoking or else Im gonna die young like M.I.A says in that song. A glass of chocolate milk mixed with a shot of jagermeister will be the only drink I'll have for that night. and I'll be diguising offline on the internet in case someone sees me and thinks I'm a lameass manchild.
As the surprise of that precious night , my lack of will to do anything might kill me or I might try to hang myself with a rope decorated with some sleigh bells around my neck in order to look like a dead body with a festive soul afterwards.
happy new year.
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- melih
- One hundred percent personal. I write for myself in order to get back here certain times a year or two, read what I wrote and have a good laugh at how stupid I was back then. So unless you're a stalker, what you're about to read is gonna sound like a bunch of crap that makes no sense. Well, that's what we call "inner voice" Welcome to my wardrobe. Sincerely.