poemelyric

Man... I can't believe it's 5:30 and I'm already drunk... What a mass of amazement. I hate not getting what I want. It makes me pissy. At least I'm not out getting high though. Thank God for little mercies.

And the thing that's worse to me, other than being drunk in the afternoon is that I'm at a loss for words. Figureativley. That and the fact that I can't spell the words i'm thinking of once I remember them! Man, today sucks.

One good thing, at least in a round about way, I wrote this book when I was in college and I lost it during one of my many moves. I found the disk that it's on but no one uses Word Perfect anymore and the disk is pretty much fucked. Well, after much cheerleading from my friend, I've started to write it again. It wasnt much. Just the story of a drug addicted girl trying to get clean. But this one is going to be about my own lust for illegal substances and the roads (negative and positive) that each one has taken me through and my desire to find the honest high. This should be a lot better seeing that I had close to no drug experience when I was 17 (when I first started the book) and now, the question to be asked is what haven't I tried? I think that it should be pretty honest.

I'll let you know how it goes... I got to go. My grape vodka is getting warm/