This is Jimmy Varn and I am fucking drunk.
Man, I don’t often drink but at least beer tastes like something. Woot, I could get used to this.
Back is still shit. I stopped taking pills and started drinking beer. I figured it would conserve my medicine. Ha, and I wanted to get wasted.
Little Joe actually came to the door this morning. Freaked my ass out to hear him knocking. I couldn’t see him through the peephole but I saw him through the side window. Creepy little shit must have been worried about me. Or just hungry.
Been reading the porn magazines. Good times. Ladies with stockings, ladies taking off their stockings, ladies with shoes, ladies shaving legs and legs, legs, legs. Corbin loved his legs. I am more of a tit guy myself but I am starting to see their appeal. Leggy girls could run from zombies too lol.
Man I miss women.
Internet is crap but I tried to find some old friends. Classmates.com keep sending me spam to let me know there has been zero updates for my class. Pamela’s email bounced on me. I even tried emailing Wendy which is crazy cause she was such a mean spirited bitch but she didn’t answer. I hope she ain’t dead.
I miss people. I miss talking. I miss someone pretending to care if I was sick. I want my mom. I want a girlfriend to bring me hot food when my back hurts. I want someone to hug me and tell me it is going to get better.
Oh shit, I got to shit. Taking my gun to go shit outside. At least I have toilet paper for the shit. Shit this gross.
Logging off.
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