New Years already?
So I go to a New Years party in an hour, well, not really a party, more like a "wondering around the streets with Brittney and Joseph getting wasted" thing. I decided to wear my boots, purple/black striped shirt, and dark blue jeans (plus that jacket I got a while back ago). Woo hoo, I don't know how I'll do my makeup right now, because my eyeliner seems not to be working, or maybe my hand's just too shakey.
I'm thinking about what I used to do a long time ago at New years, which was: get drunk, snort coke/heroin, sex, and dance around like an idiot, discussing political views with friends who were either (a) too wasted to care or (b) drowning in a puddle of their own vomit. Good times.
I think about all the drugs I did back in that when, and why I ever did them. I think I started because I was bored, and when I tell people "yeah, I used to chase the dragon" they go "weren't you addicted? I heard it was addictive" and I say "no, I don't have an addictive personality".
Sheesh, people.
I'm thinking about what I used to do a long time ago at New years, which was: get drunk, snort coke/heroin, sex, and dance around like an idiot, discussing political views with friends who were either (a) too wasted to care or (b) drowning in a puddle of their own vomit. Good times.
I think about all the drugs I did back in that when, and why I ever did them. I think I started because I was bored, and when I tell people "yeah, I used to chase the dragon" they go "weren't you addicted? I heard it was addictive" and I say "no, I don't have an addictive personality".
Sheesh, people.