temptess

Tired, coming down with wretched case of tonsillitis (gotta stop giving head-lol), and ready to throw in the towel. I have to say, people in Mississippi were typically very S-L-O-W.
Couldn't find a liquor store in Memphis, so stopped the first cop I saw and asked him where I could buy some wine. He leaned into my car, took a long look at me and said "one that's safe for someone like you?" I told him that was a loaded statement. Then he proceded to direct me to the closest "safe" liquour store and some good barbeque. I noticed that there were a lot of bail bonds shops and little else. What does that suggest, I wonder... Graceland was interesting and I was touched by Elvis' gravesite. People stared at me like I was a circus freak and THAT I didn't get! I ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich in the King's honor. Did I mention it was grilled? Totally bizarre.
I don't like to gamble. This I know. I could (or I guess should) apply that statement to my personal life. Had wretched drama with the ex and everything seemed to blow out of proportion. It leaves me dizzy with confusion and frustration. I know that is why I am getting sick. This happens everytime. I need the biggest sort of distance one could get...