God will this day never end
Today has been a series of ups and downs for me. Which is not unusual, I am, by nature, a moody chick. And that is putting it mildly. Not a bitch, mind you, although some people do reduce me to that lowest common denominator.
I feel very strange. I crave a cigarette, though I do not smoke. I mean, I literally CRAVE a cig. Like, I envision myself taking a drag, holding the smoke in, letting it burn, then exhaling. I mean, what the fuck is that about. And the weird thing is that I've had the craving for like, 2 months now. It's not like I've never smoked in my life, I have, of course. But never regularly. But I guess, with addictions, it only takes the once to hook you.
Like with sex. I've not had any for like 9 years, but I still crave it like a crack fiend. And not just a roll in the hay to get my rocks off. I CRAVE it. To the point of obsession.
I suppose I am also addicted to booze. Though I haven't been drunk in weeks, I think about being that way often. Last weekend, I had some god awful kiddy drink that smelled like it had enough rum in it to burn a bonfire. Yet, it was like drinking Kool Aid. The last time I got really wasted, it took half a liter of Skyy to get me that way. That's a lot of fucking vodka.
Speaking of, I'm out of it, which sucks. Mebbe I'll call Jenny and get some blunt and just get blasted. But do I really wanna drive all the way to Palo Alto? Guess I do. I feel like I've earned it, and fuck the consequences. I'll go back to being a sober, boring, upstanding citizen tomorrow.
Hey-- if anybody knows how to take out micro mini braids holla at me, would you? I'm embarking on unknown territory.
I feel very strange. I crave a cigarette, though I do not smoke. I mean, I literally CRAVE a cig. Like, I envision myself taking a drag, holding the smoke in, letting it burn, then exhaling. I mean, what the fuck is that about. And the weird thing is that I've had the craving for like, 2 months now. It's not like I've never smoked in my life, I have, of course. But never regularly. But I guess, with addictions, it only takes the once to hook you.
Like with sex. I've not had any for like 9 years, but I still crave it like a crack fiend. And not just a roll in the hay to get my rocks off. I CRAVE it. To the point of obsession.
I suppose I am also addicted to booze. Though I haven't been drunk in weeks, I think about being that way often. Last weekend, I had some god awful kiddy drink that smelled like it had enough rum in it to burn a bonfire. Yet, it was like drinking Kool Aid. The last time I got really wasted, it took half a liter of Skyy to get me that way. That's a lot of fucking vodka.
Speaking of, I'm out of it, which sucks. Mebbe I'll call Jenny and get some blunt and just get blasted. But do I really wanna drive all the way to Palo Alto? Guess I do. I feel like I've earned it, and fuck the consequences. I'll go back to being a sober, boring, upstanding citizen tomorrow.
Hey-- if anybody knows how to take out micro mini braids holla at me, would you? I'm embarking on unknown territory.