well, didn’t do any of that shit.

I didn’t do any of that stuff.  I did however go on my trip.

it was fun.

and now I want a drink, but I won’t have one – because my life will be better without that horrible toxic, (read – cunning baffling powerful) substance.

but it’s not fair.  it’s not fucking fair.  why did i get these genetics?  why did I have to be the fucking only one who can’t fucking handle it.  why do I have to be the one who struggles with all this shit while other people gingerly sip cocktails, and all I can do is wring my hands at how much I want to jump over the bar, break the neck off that bottle of jameson, and fucking chug it until my entire body dries up and withers away.

fuck.  just tonight, though.  I think I can do tonight.