the liquor takes hold over head, liver, soul
It's funny. I don't really enjoying drinking, I never really have. Sure, I've had some fun nights with a two-six of gin or vodka, a forty of tequila or a twelve pack of Keith's, but ultimately the night turns sour. A line is usually crossed where I find myself wishing that I wasn't drunk anymore. My head spins and my stomach aches. I lose all
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Last night made me realize how much I really don't like drinking. A few are fun, but after that... lame.
And I think we should go for some Keiths sometime (that's my favourite beer so far). Maybe we could circle both?
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sitting in a classroom every day with girls who tell you that horses are pretty, and probably symbolize freedom or something, between a teacher who stumbles over her words, and a man who stands there and tells you that a triangle is not a triangle but a complex mess of meaningless figures...does something to you.
you've been there. you've felt the need to have an excuse to say whatever you think, do whatever you want, and answer every question with as much as you feel. then blame it all on a substance in the morning.
fake, but it feels better than pretending you can handle every meaningless cause you chain yourself to.
sorry, this is a bit out of the blue. i just checked out my lj for the first time in months, and found you lurking.
-astrid
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