GONE

JP and I had to end out night quickly - police were coming (looking for kidz, not immature adults) plus we ran out of beer. He wanted to continue the debachery, I opted out for sleep - or so I thought. I wanted to go out with the guys and rage - they do it propa - maybe too heady for me, but fun nonetheless. I'd go if it werent a work night - trust me! Long gone are nights I'd rage it up til 2am then struggle getting my shit together for work. Plus I'm not in the bachelor mode that JP and Brad are in - raging it up day and night - no cares, no condoms and no commitment. Am I the opposite or have I yet to define what's really happening in my life...

Now I'm left with my thoughts, alone - thinking - not dwelling. Improbabilty can play alot of tricks on your current situation(s) - another good point made from last night.

It's not yet Friday the 13th - I still have luck on my side...

I feel vulnerable, so vulnerable that I wanted to share... I feel embarrased, slightly - not too embarrased to tell her how I feel. I recall my words propa, even though I slur from time to time - she knows. She's listening, packing - taking time to hear me out. What more could I ask for... I know... sweet dreams - thats the last I recall - not an awkard good bye or a pissed off salute - patience my friend it's almost Friday, 4 minutes to go!

2 minutes left....

getting my last thoughts in for the evening...

1 minute left....

g'night