if this confession booth's a swayin' don't come a prayin'

i got my drum machine yesterday, and i'm having a lot of fun with it.

last night was confusing yet fun. after 2 hours in the cold waiting for a bus from antigonish, i got inside and drank champagne with ladies.
this morning, after 3 hours of sleep, i was made pretty in preparation for being disgusting. one greasy greek house jumbo breakfast, 3 cups of coffee and 1 glass of apple juice later, i'm in bayers lake, at a store i hate. i actually bought something. it's very plain, yet nautical.
i drank some rock star juice and then went to more stores with 2 friends. i bought nothing. 2 hours later i'm at the halifax shopping centre.
i buy a white sweater with a very nice hood, and i saw emilie working at perks.
my morning started out very nicely, but i got more and more irritated as the time went by and my withdrawl was growing stronger and my desperation becoming very evident. i ended up being a cunt and i pretty much told my friends to go without me.
i left the mall alone after eating some more gross food(a&w)
while at the mall i saw a boy i slept with on halloween(he was dressed as courtney love) who i hadnt spoken to in awhile. he made a pretty dashing courtney love.

right now is pretty awsome. my drum machine and i, reunited