Weekend of Self Loathing

It's weekend again, but lately you've become a bit of a recluse. Your friends and associates have been trying to call you. They are concerned that you never leave the house. You don't answer their calls because you DON'T want to go out. If you go out you won't be able to sit at home stroke worshipping to my heavenly seduction. The thought of one night away from me drives you insane. So why bother? Ignore your friends and close ones, stay in, get that poisonous nectar or poptastic bottle out and let's have another night of stroke worshipping, self loathing and financial destruction. You don't need close people and friends, all you need is your pityful self, your choice of Safftoxicant and an ambition to empty your bank account.