Why can't I break a promise?
So, I started this whole livejournal thing and then I fell off. So yeah, it is officially Christmas break for this Chippewa and I'm good with that. All I really want is one day to get drunk...not even drunk, I just wanna buzz a little--to much going through my mind for me to not have any alcohol. MY little brother is one the road to suicide, school is a trip (not grade wise, thankfully), and I've got some inside ish I'm trying to work through. I would tell ya'll but I don't even want to admit it to myself so how am I going to tell the occupants of Cyberspace? I'm sitting here bored and sleepy; not wanting to sleep, not knowing how to kill the boredom, listening to Nelly's Grillz. I just want about two cups of Remy and Green Apple Pucker: a chick would be sooooooooo right if she had that. But I doubt I'll get it--a promise is a promise. I'm about to get back on the no cussing kick I was on--I fell off around Turkey Day but I'm going to get back on it...well, not much that I have to say so I'll catch ya'll on the flip side!