I am the Designated Mother, the Designated Driver, the Designated Hair-Holder of One Who Throws Up. I am responsible, patient, and calm.
...Goddammit. I want to get drunk too.
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Okay, so maybe I should explain a bit.
I like alcohol. When I drink, I don't do it to get drunk, or to feel better about myself, or for any of those sorts of reasons. I just like the taste. I like the burning feeling of judgment-impairing liquid running down my throat and the variety of flavors and textures I can line my mouth with. I like the red, swimming sensation underneath my eyes.
To a certain extent. And then I realize that I'm slowly losing control and that I should definitely stop.
I hate losing control, by the way. I hate not knowing what I've been saying and doing, or being aware and not being able to stop myself.
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So how the previous post relate to the first one? Hmmm, I had a nice segway at one point, but then I forgot so...let me think for a moment.
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Nope. I'll just have to get back to you later.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Booze Turns Me Into an Idiot
Spilled by Someone at 2:57 PM
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