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I guess I never realized how much of an addict I really was, right down to my yearly artery-clogging candle-holder. I now realize that I used to ingest cake the same way I used to imbebe pints of Stella or shoot Jagerbombs: find the most extreme variation (or at least a high alcohol content), and force your body to comply with your insanity. Every year I would go out on my birthday proclaiming that I wanted to get so fucked up that I couldn't remember anything the next day. I would usually STILL remember everything anyway, but mostly it would just be about how drunk and high I was before 11pm, and how I started talking shit and just being a trainwreck in general. So this year is finally going to be different. I want to celebrate for about 3 weeks, hit up some shows, some clubs, and whatever the hell else goes down in the meantime. I want to remember everything, and I want to enjoy it this time.
Oh and a carrot cake sounds good this year. Change it up for once. Maybe with some coconut ice cream? Who knows, ill jump off that bridge when I get to it.
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