Meet my somber sombrero

How do you know what love is when all you've really known before were compulsive obsessions?

Trying to get my life back on track now that smokedamage has gone is not settling too well with me. I know I must begin studying again. It's the only thing that keeps me from being so damned bored all of the time. Living in an apartment by yourself is a true test of character. I asked for it so that I could study in peace and quiet. Yet the quietness of the apartment right now is quite unsettling.

I need to go to the store and fetch some milk and butter. Let me tell you what a huge shopping list that one is. Hardly seems worth the trip. But I need milk for my morning cereal.

Damn if this post isn't so pathetically somber.

Grocery Store Credit Card Story

1 trip to the grocery store for milk and butter: $4.26
1 student McChicken meal deal from McDonalds: $2.15
Seeing 1 ambulance and 7 police cars in a total of 4 different incidents along the way: Cost of gas

Getting drunk with the neighbors because they bought a keg and made a shit-load of jello shots: Priceless

No, really, I didn't have to pay anything for that one. Hurray for next door neighbor college drunks!