||[Nov. 27th, 2008|01:33 am]
|||||mark ronson - valerie||]|
today was a day i dont want to remember, due to the glutinous people of america, so this bottle of whiskey is helping me forget
thanksgiving is really an aweful holiday, the pilgrims took advantage of the natives, and stole all of their earthly possesions, also the tradition is too eat more than you would normally eat in a day. i saw people at work today that bought up to $400 in food, WHY? why cant we just change this holiday to spending how much money we would spend on this unnecessary food and donate it to people that really need it, america doesnt need to eat anymore than they already do
so i ended my shift at the "Whole Paycheck" and i walked up to tasca, i was hungry and sober, i went in and at alone, sitting at a table listening to the people there in groups talking in french talking in english, but i was alone at a two person table, i spent $10 on a plate of empanadillas and a magners and a $4.25 tip for dave. good karma? maybe.
i came home and found a bottle of jack daniels, and started drinking, i cant taste it because i burnt my tounge on the two cups of coffee i had today. im so tired and i dont know what i want right now, im at an apex where theres nothing im looking forward to so theres nothing to live for, so i drink more.
i too drunk to write music, but too angry to go to sleep
alcoholism runs deep in my blood, and im giving in, and it feels good, caffeine felt good today it was like a drug, i felt free, i escaped all the shit thats been bringing me down lately, all the girls, all the drama, all the pain. i was numb and it felt so good
im numb again, i dont feel anything and i like it, and you cant say anything to change my mind, because you cant control me
i hate having dreams that arent going to come true