oh la la
right now everything is pretty and shiny, but i'm drunk. that's expected. and in my drunk state i'm looking back over the past few weeks at the pattern of repeating habits: bumming cigarettes, bumming hits, bumming sips, bumming lines, bumming money. needless to say, i feel a little like a bum. like i don't know exactly where i am, and i have no clear idea of where i am going. this isn't, however, meant to be filed as a complaint because i did have a wonderful weekend. an unexpected, sleepless, everlasting, superb weekend. school tomorrow. theatre and economics. huzzah. wood and brehm = fire and brimstone. fire as in flame as in flamer, and brimstone as in stone as in stoner. i know i'll get through tonight, and i think i'll get through tomorrow; it's the rest of my life that i'm worried about. i need to go drink some more bottled confidence, also known as champagne, in my garage. so basically, what it all comes down to is: i am yet another confused kid, stealing booze from their parents and wondering what's it all about. exeunt.