CHERRY FLAVORED CONFUSION
01.24.2005 | 6:35 PM

IM SURE MY DOWNSTAIRS NEIGHBORS MISTOOK ME HAVING THE PUKING FLU FOR ME PERFORMING AN EXERCISM IN THE BATHROOM AGAIN.
THOSE GRUSOME GAGS ECHOING THROUGH THE TOILET BOWL IS FOR SURE TO MAKE ANYONE PISS THEIR PANTS IN FEAR OF THE DEVIL.
I STILL DONT FEEL GOOD.

SO LAST WEEK I TRIED TO GET A HOLD OF MY OLD DRUG DEALER AND FOUND OUT SHE CHECKED HERSELF IN TO THE GOD DAMN BETTY FORD CLINIC.
IM SO BUMMED OUT.
NO MORE WELL DESERVED HOLIDAY GET AWAYS FOR KRISTI.
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO JUST TRY TO EITHER GET HIGH ON LIFE OR MORE PRACTICALLY, FIND MYSELF A NEW DRUG DEALER.

BUT IN THE MEAN TIME I GOT A HOLD OF MY MOMS "PRESCRIBED" COUGH MEDICINE.
AND HOT DIGGITY DAMN, DID IT KNOCK ME THE FUCK OUT.
WHEN I GOT UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO GO TO THE BATHROOM, I TOTALLY FELL OVER.
AND WHEN I SAY "FELL OVER" IM MEAN LIKE "TOOTH THROUGH LIP AND BLOOD ON THE RUG FELL OVER".
I WOKE UP TODAY ON THE COUCH BECAUSE I THINK I GOT LOST STUMBLING BACK FROM THE TOILET AND COULDNT FIND MY BEDROOM.

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I DONT REALLY THINK I LIKE MY MOMS "PRESCRIBED" COUGH MEDICINE.
IT MAKES ME NOT KNOW WHERE I AM EVEN IN THE MOST FAMILIAR OF PLACES...
LIKE MY OWN DAMN APARTMENT.