If I stopped lying I'd just disappoint you

That's about the gist of it. Yeh.

Years ago someone I used to be friends with accused me of being an addict. I don't know if it was because I'd related a story involving Vicodin and alcohol or because I quoted this song in the title of the post.
Fucking lot of difference it makes at this late date. But I wonder what prompted the accusation.

Today is not a good day. No. It's not.

Out of curiosity, I read my journal from '01-'05. I was lonely then, too. I drank too much. I hated people. I hated myself. I was blunt to the point of being rude. I was obsessed with TV. I liked the idea of men making out. I hated financial advice and listed fuck and all its fucking cognates as my favorite swearword. (That's funny to a very select few, I promise. Especially when the date of the statement-Fall 2003-is taken into consideration.) I loved Todd Snider and Robbie Williams and my dog.
The only thing that's changed is that the dog. I love my dog. But it's a different dog.