"how soon is now" - love spit love
This imminent sick thing that happens when I drink has got to stop.
Finally, thanks to Lis' amazing contribution, I was given the opportunity to indulge in some normal teenage debauchery. Vodka in hand, i was good to go! Of course, being that I've been off that notorious pill for over two months now, you'd think all of those nasty side effects would be over with right? I mean, I haven't been particularly moody, or emotional. I can safely say that pasta isn't nearly as hazerdous as it's been recently. But alcohol?
Nooooo... never.
Just a drink and a half into the evening I was already starting to feel the beginnings of a great big let down, just me and my toilet. A good enough goodnight kiss I suppose, depending on how you look at it.
Meanwhile, Mims is just pounding them down like it's fucking cherry soda or something.
Grrr.
Oh well. At least it's a biological reason as opposed to a moral one, or worse: someone else's moral issue.
Whatever the case, I'm just looking forward to the birthday. A little bad that it's all I'm looking forward to, but then again, it's close enough that I can't be particularly guilty about it.
Off to beddy bye for me.
Ha.
But, at least an effort's being made.
Finally, thanks to Lis' amazing contribution, I was given the opportunity to indulge in some normal teenage debauchery. Vodka in hand, i was good to go! Of course, being that I've been off that notorious pill for over two months now, you'd think all of those nasty side effects would be over with right? I mean, I haven't been particularly moody, or emotional. I can safely say that pasta isn't nearly as hazerdous as it's been recently. But alcohol?
Nooooo... never.
Just a drink and a half into the evening I was already starting to feel the beginnings of a great big let down, just me and my toilet. A good enough goodnight kiss I suppose, depending on how you look at it.
Meanwhile, Mims is just pounding them down like it's fucking cherry soda or something.
Grrr.
Oh well. At least it's a biological reason as opposed to a moral one, or worse: someone else's moral issue.
Whatever the case, I'm just looking forward to the birthday. A little bad that it's all I'm looking forward to, but then again, it's close enough that I can't be particularly guilty about it.
Off to beddy bye for me.
Ha.
But, at least an effort's being made.