So I didn't die from eating the ancient Cocoa Puffs, which leads me to believe that I am immortal.
Or I at least have a lead stomach.
I know one thing I don't have.
Gelcaps.
I lied.
I have two.
That won't do anything for me.
I wish I had some ecstasy.
Stupid friends.
Using all the drugs they were supposed to sell me.
Heaven forbid I should find real happiness.
Drug happiness is as real as anything else.
Happiness is subjective.
For example, how is being happy while doing a drug any different than deriving pleasure from say, petting a kitten? It's not. Happiness is a chemical reaction in the brain as a response to some sort of sensual (heh) stimuli (double heh). Dopamine is released, happiness follows. This is why people do things that are enjoyable. This is why the word enjoyable exists.
Damn, I'm in a fucking deep mood tonight.
I blame the music.
Later.