Sleepyhead.

Currently, I'm in a funk. A funk filled with boredom and mediocrity. That is depreciated with alcohol, pot and pills. My life is vulgar and has a whorish existence.

Maybe I'm down or maybe my period is on it's way but I definitely feel very unsure, like a cheap and fallible, lessened version of myself. Blah...
Tomorrow night should be fun though. Greg is taking Nick and I to the Silverlake concert at the Glasshouse. Greg shall be the object of my "drunken" affection tomorrow night. Laugh not out loud...
I guess I'm bummed that Tyler didn't hang out with me yesterday and we didn't go hiking like I wanted. What did I expect. He's a guy, just like all the other guys that have walked in and out of my life. They are all the fucking same. All the god damn same.