For the first time in a long time i can honestly say that i'm so glad to see the back of this weekend. I have done nothing but drink, smoke and talk since friday night. I've managed to wear out my lungs and my jaw bone, my ears are buzzing and my head hurts alot. I'm not looking for sympathy, it's all my own fault, the only reason i'm writing this is because physically, i'm incapable of leaving this desk..
I'm 33 for Godsakes!.. when am i gonna grow up?
It was fun though.
33 is no age to be thinking about growing up.
Add another 10 years to that age and you will, I guarantee, still be saying the same thing to yourself.
Just not quite as often.