your first drink
I realize that I've already posted something today, but I wrote this a few weeks ago I guess. Was uber upset because of a fight I was having with my friend and this is what happened. Remember, short-ness is peachy keen! :)
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Your fingers are slow as you try to type and many typos dot even your finished product. You squint your eyes and try to see if the words you are typing out make any sense at all. You can smell the vodka in the air and it makes you feel nauseous. You lick your lips, put the tiny airplane bottle to your lips and take another swig. You've never done this before.
It burns and you breathe in gasping breaths as the substance slides hesitantly down your throat. You reach for the diet soda sitting next to you and take large gulps of it to help chase down the burning sensation you feel in your throat. You want to hurl, yet there's nothing to wretch up except the acid buring your stomach.
"It's not so bad," you decide after a while. With each shot you take the burning lessens and you can barely feel the effects. You find yourself to the bottom of another bottle. You also realize half the bottle of soda is also gone.
Giving up, you line the empty bottles up on your desk. They make a nice long row and the bottles amuse you. Each one has a slightly different shape and they're tinted with dimmed colors and copied labels. You wonder why you did it, but you realize it was to make things eaiser. You sign your name and it's over.
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I really was drinking bottles of airplane vodka. There was no suicide letter, as I was actually typing the first part and or rough draft of what you just read. heh, I just had to throw that in. Tell me what you think, cause I'm just dying to know. Bad/non-funny joke. Sorry.
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Your fingers are slow as you try to type and many typos dot even your finished product. You squint your eyes and try to see if the words you are typing out make any sense at all. You can smell the vodka in the air and it makes you feel nauseous. You lick your lips, put the tiny airplane bottle to your lips and take another swig. You've never done this before.
It burns and you breathe in gasping breaths as the substance slides hesitantly down your throat. You reach for the diet soda sitting next to you and take large gulps of it to help chase down the burning sensation you feel in your throat. You want to hurl, yet there's nothing to wretch up except the acid buring your stomach.
"It's not so bad," you decide after a while. With each shot you take the burning lessens and you can barely feel the effects. You find yourself to the bottom of another bottle. You also realize half the bottle of soda is also gone.
Giving up, you line the empty bottles up on your desk. They make a nice long row and the bottles amuse you. Each one has a slightly different shape and they're tinted with dimmed colors and copied labels. You wonder why you did it, but you realize it was to make things eaiser. You sign your name and it's over.
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I really was drinking bottles of airplane vodka. There was no suicide letter, as I was actually typing the first part and or rough draft of what you just read. heh, I just had to throw that in. Tell me what you think, cause I'm just dying to know. Bad/non-funny joke. Sorry.