Finding Myself OMG: A Bullshit Quest

Well, where do I start? I'm struggling, I suppose, to find out who I am outside of who my parents want me to be, who my friends want me to be, or who my own perfectionist tendencies (totally personified) want me to be. I don't know if this blog will really document my progress in, ahem, coming of age, or if it will just basically be a place for me to vent and blab about nothing. We shall see.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

The perils of alcohol.

I'm pretty drunk right now. Pretty tired, too. I don't know what convinced me it would be a good idea to write in my blog right now, or that I would be able to stay awake long enough to do this task.

I think I had something terribly clever I was going to write, but now I can't remember. The chances are slim that I will remember in the morning, then, I'd say. I don't black out or anything, but, well, specific thoughts can be very fuzzy.

I'm going to be mad hungover and/or throwing up in the morning. Unless, you know, God really does like me and my body and performs a minor miracle.

To bed, now, I said. All that wittiness I intended to write? I suppose, like darling Clementine, it is lost and gone forever.


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