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Saturday, with a ocean of alcohol in my veins.!!!

Yes it is Saturday and I can barely remember what in the hell happened last night... yes Janis: What good can drinking do? but we love it.... I think I had a bottle of cognac, few beers, and when my flatmate arrived I gave to her a glass of white wine -also i had another one-. -Volan volan!!! are you alright? you are making strange noises...- she said

-What's up- I amjust drunk and I think I am doctor Zoiberg from Futurama - i replied-

-volan you need help!!!- she said

-no i do not need help, look I can drink it all on my own- I replied again having a sip of cognac.

Oh shit! it hurts... this saturday is like a fucking rubber band, it is not gonna finish ever ever ever.... it is too sunny but cold, and i can't see properly... It is believed that some people see double when they are drunk... I am that miserable that when i am drunk i can see just half. it is rubbish... Ahhhhh!..... I can't be bother to cook anything.
breakfast at 2:00pm
1 sausage. (frozen)
2 spoonful of rice (cold and soggy)
1 bowl of salad (Too healthy, to tasteless)
2 bottles of water.
1 cup of coffe.

It is just a boring day.... Volan volan you need help... No dear i dont.... i am a loser!

L O S E R

I am a loser darling do not try to change my life, i do not want. I do not want a girlfriend, a tv, a whashing machine, a decent meal every morning, a healty lifestyle, a lover, a car. I will carry on this crap life. crap food. crap relationships crap job crap crap I have an incredible dextery to fuck up relationships. I am master a PhD in the art of losing. M. came around the other day, she wanted to help me but i almost chopped her head off, so basically she said:

I do not want to talk to you anymore, u get it? never ever in my life.

so i said to her....

rite rite, so please do not make noise before you leave, and make sure the door is properly locked.

Yes... I fucked up, i cannot come back to her with a bunch of yellow flowers seeking forgiveness... no! i do not deserve that, though she deserves it. Im a loser, and it is my natural condition. Dont need a car. I have got my bicy. Dont need a woman. I cant give anything. And I do not have anything to give up!.... As this is a boring post i just decided to put a picture i found in the web.... it is a nice funny one.

CK CK CK CK CK I whish you were here, I whish you could take all my fucking blues out of me and put it into a bin bag, but you are not here, neither am I.
Volan
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