My Head
Oh god. It was what, three, four days straight of going out, getting fucked up in various ways. Picked up a slight smoking habit, luckily I don't get addicted to things. Anyway, not like I can afford them. I need to get a job tomorrow and I still feel hung over from yesterday. Drinking a forty of Colt in half an hour isn't what nature intended. My throbbing skull and spine are a testament to that. I still have one forty left, I think I'm gonna save it for when I finally get hired by someone. Either that, or I'll take it and my weed to Oswego. Sucks Allison never wants to hang out.
The show Rescue Me's really a lot better than I expected it to be. Which is really damn good. I wonder if I drank that last forty if my headache would go away. I'll go get some aspirin.
That took a minute. I seem to find myself lacking lately in female companionship. I don't even miss the sex all that much. Just a little bit of female attention would be nice. I mean, yeah, I miss the sex, but I miss the closeness too. It's nice to know someone cares about you like that. Shame if you let your guard down to the wrong person though.
But yes. Females in general seem to have gone missing from my life. Lola's far away, even though she's nice, Allie never seems to want to hang out (and I'm wonderin if she ever did in the first place), good Kate's gone, and the bad Kate is a cunt. I can feel the pills start to work now.
I realized why this all seems so strange to me, this new lifestyle. It seems like every time I hang out with people we get fucked up. I enjoy hanging out with sober people, too, but their company hasn't been all too pervasive lately. I'm not sure how much I can drink and smoke on a constant basis. This is probably my body setting some boundaries, or telling me not to mix Colt and Budweiser forties. Anything's possible, I suppose. I understand the straight edge kids a bit better now, but it seems stupid to let either extreme dominate your life. Because drinking is fun. Oh man, we had good times last night.
I think I really need a job before I kill myself with this shit. Moderation! And some females. Damn. Jesus.
I feel like a cig.
The show Rescue Me's really a lot better than I expected it to be. Which is really damn good. I wonder if I drank that last forty if my headache would go away. I'll go get some aspirin.
That took a minute. I seem to find myself lacking lately in female companionship. I don't even miss the sex all that much. Just a little bit of female attention would be nice. I mean, yeah, I miss the sex, but I miss the closeness too. It's nice to know someone cares about you like that. Shame if you let your guard down to the wrong person though.
But yes. Females in general seem to have gone missing from my life. Lola's far away, even though she's nice, Allie never seems to want to hang out (and I'm wonderin if she ever did in the first place), good Kate's gone, and the bad Kate is a cunt. I can feel the pills start to work now.
I realized why this all seems so strange to me, this new lifestyle. It seems like every time I hang out with people we get fucked up. I enjoy hanging out with sober people, too, but their company hasn't been all too pervasive lately. I'm not sure how much I can drink and smoke on a constant basis. This is probably my body setting some boundaries, or telling me not to mix Colt and Budweiser forties. Anything's possible, I suppose. I understand the straight edge kids a bit better now, but it seems stupid to let either extreme dominate your life. Because drinking is fun. Oh man, we had good times last night.
I think I really need a job before I kill myself with this shit. Moderation! And some females. Damn. Jesus.
I feel like a cig.