Plateau

ebin is getting engage in july. ENGAGE. i'm awe-struck but i'm more than glad and happy for him, and i can't say i am at all surprised!

having to have shared almost all our lives together, the only reason i'm in a retarded state of mess is the fact that he's my age and already he's bagged another biggie after series of biggies and reality check - i only have a goodie bag. trick or treats aren't just fun anymore, they're pathetically childish.

im having the jitters cause i think i've reached my plateau.

i'm glad i said okay to mark dragging me out tonight. another trick or treats! i don't think my idea of staying in is going to help the already sorry me feeling all better. i do think however, alcohol will. alot of it.

verbal vomits incoming, or maybe just vomits.