my recent love life has been using me as a punching bag. it’s so brutal. when you’re down on the floor, naked, holding your head in your hands and tightening your soul to hold back a scream, you know you’re in too deep. recovery is such a pill.
i snorted coke for the first time yesterday. and even though i’ve showered, brushed my teeth and changed my clothes since, i’m still getting whiffs of it here and there. it’s not bad though. after each line, i felt so awake and like i had the best night’s sleep. but it’s fucking expensive.
i got to hold the prettiest snake yesterday. i forgot what it’s called, but it was pretty thick around and maybe three feet long. my friend matt’s seriously thinking about getting one. he wants to name it robert, but i think that’s boring. i told him to name it cleopatrick.
i was in a dance competition yesterday. we were playing cosmic bowling and the dj called for people to enter in a dance competition at one point, and my friends dragged me up, but i wasn’t too embarrassed or anything. i love dancing. but the song they played was so boring and repetitive, it was hard to show off my best stuff. there was eight of us to being with, and i was the fourth one to get eliminated, but it was bullshit because the three girls that remained had all their friends rooting for them, and the people that voted me out weren’t even looking at me. but whatevs, i had fun dancing by our own lane while waiting for my turn.
i was drinking from one in the afternoon to two this morning and woke up with a decent hangover, so today all i’ve done so far is order dominos pizza and watch spongebob and goodfellas.
