Yet again I yield to the gods of SG and their hassling to UPDATE YOUR PAGE. So much fun.
I've had the weirdest impulse today. And yesterday, really: I just want to buy a largish bottle of vodka and do shots until I black out. This is curious, because usually this is the kind of thing that just ends up happening, and in a social setting. You shouldn't get cravings to do it.
As I told Daekrys yesteryday, I have a self-destructive impulse a mile wide; what a random case of unintentional honesty. I suppose in a way all the shit I've been dealing with for the past year was just that--fighting those impulses. And damn but the results have been ambivalent at best.
The problem is that tomorrow's Friday. In other words, tomorrow I'll have no positive excuses (namely homework) to not drink. Hopefully I can find some kind of social network to calm that drive down a tad...
"'Cause I can tell
You know what it's like,
The long farewell of the hunger strike.
But can you save me,
Come on and save me,
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone."
I've had the weirdest impulse today. And yesterday, really: I just want to buy a largish bottle of vodka and do shots until I black out. This is curious, because usually this is the kind of thing that just ends up happening, and in a social setting. You shouldn't get cravings to do it.
As I told Daekrys yesteryday, I have a self-destructive impulse a mile wide; what a random case of unintentional honesty. I suppose in a way all the shit I've been dealing with for the past year was just that--fighting those impulses. And damn but the results have been ambivalent at best.
The problem is that tomorrow's Friday. In other words, tomorrow I'll have no positive excuses (namely homework) to not drink. Hopefully I can find some kind of social network to calm that drive down a tad...
"'Cause I can tell
You know what it's like,
The long farewell of the hunger strike.
But can you save me,
Come on and save me,
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone."
i would be drinking tonight too, simply because it is friday, but i think if i tried to drink at work i could get fired, since i work 10 pm to 6 am, my weekends get under a little damper.
edit:really bad at typing right now
[Edited on Oct 08, 2004 1:08PM]
Ok, nice to see you at the Zoo. You seem to have a quiet eloquence to yourself that I look forward to socializing with at some point soon. Are you joining us for Shaun of the Dead on Tuesday?
I'm sorry about the self-destructive impulse. Do you know where it comes from?
Have you seen the Life in Hell strip about "How To Be a Sensitive Poet"? I have it by my bed, cuz it's freaking funny.
"I sit in my cubbyhole, waiting, waiting...."
Drop me a line sir.