Today is for Europop and Jumpstyle...
Kinda wish I would've let my Aussie friend teach me how to poi that one time.
So after smoking weed for days I've decided to go back to drinking.
I remember why I quit smoking in the first place...
Other than some attempt to not end up like my mother, I am a moron at best when I'm high.
Besides being drunk is more fun, I love when it finally washes over you and your nerves start tingling.
Although, drinking too much out of excitement should probably never happen again.
And obviously I've already been down the "I think I'm becoming an alcoholic" road.
So we're going to stay away from my really terrible habit of pouring alcohol into everything.
I don't really like the idea of living in total inebriation everyday...
Because we already know how that works out for me.
I was really wrong about self-medicating, it's more important to learn how to deal with things sober.
Mister J told me that I'm well-traveled even without traveling to foreign countries, because I've seen and lived through so many people and places...so many crazy experiences.
I guess that's my "wrought iron fence"...because as a very wise person once told me, "Real writers don't grow up with white picket fences."
Sometimes I do have the sensation of having seen and done everything, even though I haven't.
But sometimes my brain feels ancient...
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