You know this is the first time since I got to Vegas that I have actually wanted to drink,and in the mood I'm in it's possible that a bottle of Jager might be in my near future... Just for some reason I feel like drinking nothing else is going right and I just might as well go have some "fun" even though i really wont be because by the time I get to the bottom of that bottle reality will most likely set in...I'm FUCKED all over again..I'm alone in this house and its been that way since I moved to Vegas,and it's my dumb ass that thought that would change....I think I'm done ranting for one day...But you never know....
Gremlin
