Today was rather productive.

I got a lot of errands done <3

So for the 4th of July, my sister, her boyfriend and I are planning to drive up to Stone Mountain and watch the fireworks. Don't know if everything will go as planned but either way, I'm getting smashed. I'm talking about shit-faced drunk and falling all over myself.
I think I deserve it... I haven't had a single drop of liquor in over a year. And you know what? Sobriety really effing sucks.

My sister warned her boyfriend that I'm a "violent" drunk. Which is true, I guess.
I better bring a barf bag. The first time I got completely wasted, I ruined the interior of my friend's car. He was so pissed. I was literally spewing vomit everywhere.
Oh, Vodka - when I'm in times of need, you've always been a friend to meee.

I was in the check-out line at Publix and after the girl rang me up and handed me the slip, I thanked her and the bitch didn't say "you're welcome". I don't know if little things like that bother anyone else but it irks the hell out of me. I wanted to slap the taste out of her mouth. And this is me on a good day. Scary, huh?

I'm usually pleasant, I swear. But common courtesy should work both ways, don't you agree?

I want my livejournal back.

It's like all freaking porn.

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*sighs*
I really need to cut back on smoking.
I can't wait until this month is over.

Hung out with Mr. Bananas.

We ordered take-out and watched The Onion Movie which was hilarious.

I've been drinking green tea with a tablespoon of Apple Cider Vinegar added to it and let me tell you - that shit tastes nasty. It's freaking worse than drinking straight Vodka.
I don't know how some girls are claiming that it aids in weight loss. If anything, drinking this ghastly concoction makes me hungrier than ever. I'm getting up at 4a.m.every night just to boil a cup of instant noodles.

I miss my Vodka.
It still baffles me how intolerant I've become of alcohol. Just the smell of it makes me nauseous. I guess I'm getting old (ha).

All right, well - here's to hitting rock bottom.

Life's a bitch and she's got me on a short leash.

I'm a mess.

And I have been for awhile now.

Anything everyone says doesn't reach me.
I'm so far gone that I don't know which way is out.

Everything anyone says holds no weight to it.
I can't take this anymore.
I feel like I'm ready to burst.

Time to fight, motherfucker.

I was waiting for a cross-town train in the London underground when it struck me
That I've been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie
So I changed my plans and rented a camera and a van and then I called you
I need you to pretend that we are in love again and you agreed to

I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd

I greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand-in
The script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked it
The marker snapped and I yelled quiet on the set and then called action!
And I kissed you in a style that Clark Gable would have admired (I thought it classic)

I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd

I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?

// The Postal Service