it's friday night.
i have been invited to karaoke.
i declined the invitation - i have more important things to do tonight.
that, and karaoke scares the shit out of me.
i love to watch, but i fear for myself.
i hate being pressured into making an ass out of myself.
i imagine karaoke pressure is similar to shooter pressure.
you know, when someone buys you a platter of shooters.
you feel guilty because they spent the money,
and they go on and on and on until you feel so trapped
you find yourself guzzling blowjobs and china whites using only your mouth.

tomorrow i will meet my sister downtown for celticfest
there will be a parade and plenty of opportunity to spend money i do not possess.

i wrapped up my drum playing stint today.
despite myself, i have to admit i had fun.
i would like to learn to play properly.
i would like a groupie.

feeling a bit of depression seeping in.
things don't feel all that right.
i am worried and tired.
i feel like sleeping for hours and hours.

feeling tired and haggish.
check that - looking tired and haggish.

i feel old.
spring brings out so many fresh looking young things.
i try not to hate them.
ok, i maybe i don't try all that hard.

oh boo fucking hoo.

sunday, i will have nicer things to say.