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• Published:October 25th, 2008
• Comments:6 Comments
• Category:Drinking Games, Drunken Poetry, Loony Bin
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I have been trying to figure out a way to get what I want, when I want it. And who I want it from when I want him but I can’t. I cannot figure it out. I’m trying to skate out of any responsibility I have to humanity, as it stands,  let alone him, for I am a selfish bitch. I do no right–I just write–cause it seems all wrong: But I got a sip of whiskey.

I’m just wanting to be like this for a little while, as a break. A break for sanity.

Anyway, I’m running low on whiskey but I don’t care because I’m thinking of running away. I need to chill on drinking anyway, so it can taste good when I do get it.

I hate that fucker who stalks me. Ooh, I know what–next time he fucks up my good time, I’ll invite him over for sex. He’ll buckand run for sure.

If he calls my bluff, I’m fucked literally and figuratively. Hope he doesn’t call my bluff. I just do like the sneaky little nasty things I do, without anyone knowing. It’s so sweet and sticky that way. And I was getting good at it too for like a day. Then either someone told or Stalker checked his list of bitches to terrorize and I was up for a good bashing.

Whatever.

I got a sip of whiskey and some friends to call; Some sushi to make, some noodles to fry in sesame oil; A kitchen to burn down and a floor to fall on, as I got a sip of whiskey.

I have had two sips on a one-drink minimum.

(Teacher, teacher please don’t grade this because it’s for extra credit.)