For a few seconds in the shower this morning, everything made sense. All I’m left with now is the taste of pennies in my mouth.
Having everything connect is a sure sign that things will be headed south to fucked up land soon enough.
It took too long for me to realize I already knew you, Rrose Sélavy.
Classes are done, which according to some means I am a junior now. Someone exclaimed they were half done with college, but I am not that optimistic.
Last night involved half a bottle of vodka, attempting to gain closure, and forgetting to call Brandi on her birthday.
I woke up at 4am with my head resting in an open bible. I looked at the bible this morning, and I’d written some stuff. I guess I was trying to take notes.
Tonight will involve Jess, Jill, memoir, and a bottle of Jameson’s irish whiskey. I’m not so sure I like the spinning. Most of the programme won’t be sober for the next week. After tonight I think I’m done.
I don’t regret the things I said while drunk, but I regret that I had to be drunk to say them.