I never remember to write my reminders.and they neverwork anyway.

My goddamned achille's heel is probably cheap whiskey. There are reasons why you're not supposed to be able to drink it straight without choking. There are even better reasons why your body's natural reaction is to immediately purge itself of things that smell like that.
All the ugliness and insanity will manifest itself in the form of 3am tuna melt sandwiches and words you will never quite remember but know you wish you could take back.
I've convinced myself on several occasions that I'm some kind of robot, some crudely designed and cold, wooden humanesque machine that only comes to life after rounds of drinking.
People believe crazier things.

I write words when I feel I'm turning a new leaf or learning something moderately valuable from life. Like every other time prior I have now forgotten anything worth not forgetting about all things I've forgotten about what happens when I forget to DONT.

I'm going on a braincation far from wellwishers(in that I don't wish you any specific harm) and freebeers.

I finally feel like painting again.

over and out, stay in school and brush yo goddam teef