Mar 26, 2006 02:29
If I live in this house much longer I'm going to become an alcoholic.
I'd like to state for the record that I'm not currently one, but as I sit and listen to my parents act like teenagers (with all the hormones and the angst that goes with that) I hear the call of the rum bottle that sits in my closet and it becomes more and more appealing.
I mean, I'm in hell either way and as a rummy only my liver suffers, right?