March 10th, 2002 - 12:17 p.m.

alcohol and a horoscope

you see, the underlying problem in the humour behind being young and going out to get drunk, lies in the fact that alcohol affects this body of mine in different ways at different times. sometimes, after seven drinks, i am an uber party girl and feel fucken fantastic. sometimes, after four drinks, i am not drunk, and feel as if i have had no alcohol at all. sometimes, after two drinks, and some wicked music, i am ready to take on the rest of the night. and then, there is last night, in which i had but two drinks (and, alright, one clove cigarette), and i fall asleep in a club with blaring music. i fell asleep. there are people dancing around me, there is music at volume levels it ought not be at, and i go and fall asleep. i go home in a taxi, nauseated, and promptly fall asleep in bed. i wake up: i am puffy and have a headache. this makes me not want to ever drink again. ever. alcohol is evil. evil. if i am going to pay a ten dollar cover charge to get into a crappy club, to be served alcohol by a triple d bartender (whose breasts look as if they are made of cement, and are, literally, pushed up to her collarbones) i should at least get a good buzz from the alcohol, which would at least justify this hangover. well, enough ranting.

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if you are interested in a very good interpetation of me, go to the above. at times, it is almost frightening. except i seem to lack the following:
-narrow patriotism of "my country right or wrong"; and closing ranks in suspicion and coldness toward outsiders
-inclined to self-pity because of an inferiority complex (am inclined to self pity because if find it most humourous.)
-they will curry favor by floating with majority opinions, outlooks and fashions of the day (i wish i could, but really, i cannot.)

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