Peering like a flower never taught to grow...*

[coreyoreo]

The question, so flippant but so intent, tumbles thickly from my numb, drunken lips.

What the hell is wrong with me?

It's a rhetorical query that many utter thoughtlessly. I mull it over like a thesis statement, the crux of a new scientific theory, the pivotal first sentence of that first chapter of that first bestselling novel all us wannabe writers

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[sunniegreen]

One reason you will not be alone forever: You know how to use a semicolon.
I've never entirely gotten the hang of it.
What girl wouldn't swoon for mad English skillz?

[coreyoreo]

Just about every one I know. :-) But, thanks for the pick-me-up.

It's kind of embarassing to re-read this now, I was three sheets to the wind when I wrote it and it strikes me as rather whiny, but I guess I've said worse while sober as a judge.

Hope to bump into you the next time you're in town!

[kelaina]

Writing while you are drunk and alone:

VERY BAD IDEA.

The worst "woe-is-me" shit I ever wrote comes out of my pen when I'm so smashed I can't see straight and am too exhausted to bother drunk dialing a friend to throw my sorry ass into bed.

I'm here if you need to talk.

[coreyoreo]

Might be a bad idea, but it worked for Hemingway, Bukowski and so many other superior word-wranglers. I don't drink very often anymore, though, I sensed that I was nearing the point of excess and decided to scale back on the booze.

Thanks. I appreciate it more than you know.