It slammeth me in the gut like a ton of bricks ( ow ). But I straighten up again. Now is not the time to keel over like a dead flower. Nay. Now is the time Prove Myself to the Company.
Sod them all, those bastards. Like I give a flying shit anymore. It's like dominoes. First, the first one falls. Followed by the second. Then the third. And the fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh. Ba. Jiu. Shi. And so on. That's my life in a nutshell. When it all, it all falls down ( south side, south side, we're gonna set this party all right, west side, west side, we're gonna set this party all right ). Vodka helps blur out the acute feel of life. Which explains why I'm grumpy in the morning ( hangover ), chirpy in the day ( high ) and moody in the evening ( reality sinks in again ). Sometimes, things might happen and reality sinks in EVEN deeper. That's right, Juliet. Stab Romeo's dagger into you a little bit more. *stab* *stab* *stab* ( ow ). Yeaaaaaargh.