Mood: terrible
Listening to: i could only hope for the sweet sound of a stray bullet
so i finally got those mother f'in lights installed on the blazer, wiring was a snap, it was the mounting on the bumper that was a pain in the balls. they look good though and are bright as all hell. but anyway, it's been a depressing weekend. i didn't get much done. i drank alot, and for some reason i feel really empty. like i have a hole running straight through me. i don't want to go to work tomorrow, or the next day or ever. i want to just sleep and dream about good things, and not have to wake up to the real world ever again. why is it that when we are given a chance to take our revenge we stop and let the moment pass without the retaliation we so hungered for. could it be i have a soul left? some sort of morality that only surfaces when the topic at hand is truely of such vulgarity that i should forfeit my participation. i will never stop bleeding from my wounds. they are, unfortunatly, not mortal but will remain for the term of my sick existance. a constant reminder of what was lost, gained and forgotten.
