Sunday 25th July 1993

Drunk at home. Eventho I was drunk, I still felt ill. I think it must have been the weed I smoked!! I hate that stuff, but it was the only thing available on a Sunday. Even dealers go to sleep on Sunday. But I enjoy doing drugs on the Seventh Day. Its like you're w**king over church people. I despise those fools. Organised religion is such a devious, horrible poison. And most who attend are more back stabbing, more selfish, more bitchy, more cruel than any other person ive met. (And ive met them all). They only go to church to show others how they're repenting all their sins!! Truly pathetic, and they're so pious they'll think im spouting lies, but I KNOW them. C**ts everyone. And one day they will see the errors of their 'holy group'.