I Can't Sleep.

GUESS WHOS DRUUUUUNK!!?

Not me obviously but I'll bet a fiver that there is a sixteen year old girl snorting cocaine out of her best friends virgina some where in the world and when they wake up tomorrow they'll wish they hadn't been.
   Thankfully there will be no witness with a brain that can remember or a mouth that can be trusted to the event. Wait until the evening when pictures start to appear on Facebook. Some one is gonna lose some "Friends".
   The thought of youth getting their comeuppance to their floundering vanity that helps me to sleep at night.

So, I've started a new blog - some place else. I'm sorry to you, my account, but there is only so much I can do on here to ruin my image, tarnish my brags and other peoples objective perceptions of how great I am without having the ego to have two blogs. It just cant be done!
   The second blog is purely for my fiction. "My Little Lies". Currently only one fiction however and that is just fine by me.
   This blog will remain my open ended junk pile/ diary/ apathetic attempt at modern journalism. Hardly far removed from each other.

Two days ago a spider the size of a small van ran across my living room carpet and hid under the chair. It's attempt to blend in was as well received as a black bear in Antarctica. The damn thing was huge. I'm talking the kind of size where it's legs could reach the top of a pint glass. God forbid if we didn't drink in pint and a halfs in this house. I think I might have died of fear. Though it's gone I still wont touch the carpet in my bare feet.

I don't seem to want to sleep any more. Waking life is dull and sleeping life is short and full of LIES! Even when I do sleep I'm awoke by phantom bumble bees bizz-a-buzzing around my head and hide when I start waking up!