and with that

After some serious thinking about my decision-making over the past, say, 3.5 years, I decided that alcohol and I have a bad relationship. Sure, I love it. I love it a lot...but who was it that said sometimes love just ain't enough? Was that Don Henley? Ughhh....

Anyway, I am on the wagon. I am off the sauce for awhile, because I obviously don't know how to handle myself while drinking. I drank a non-alcoholic beer last night for comedic value. It was really gross.

Since it's in my blood to be addicted to things, and Jack Daniels is no longer an option, I have become addicted to retail. I want to buy everything. And I have no money, so it's not working out as planned. I basically have agreed to work every day for however long, since it will keep me out of bars and increase my bank account.

I have ceased caring about men or relationships too. Those thoughts have been replaced with the urge to grow out my hair and read more books.

I am delirious right now. I'm taking these herbal supplements to boost my immune system and I think they are fucking with my brain. I'm starting an anonymous blog about things I can't write about for a variety of reasons in this one. Maybe you'll find it some day. Maybe not.