tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73527784556308993802023-06-20T21:17:54.234-07:00rants from another millenialgas station kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16225383770716508680noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352778455630899380.post-22860921726703476592017-05-03T20:05:00.001-07:002017-05-03T20:05:30.472-07:00EtOHalcohol is so strange<br />
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after three years of heavy alcoholism, I'm finally beginning to get bored.<br />
should I try other things?<br />
And let myself finally rest<br />
because living is full of anxiety and stress<br />
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when do i get to sleep<br />
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I've drank over a hundred liters of vodka<br />
I fucking hate itgas station kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16225383770716508680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352778455630899380.post-62242690194989523012017-05-01T04:12:00.000-07:002017-05-01T04:12:22.032-07:00reevaluationsI drank a lot<br />
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I went through maybe 4-5 medium bottles of Smirnoff 50 proof vodka within a span of a week<br />
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Why do the close people always disappear<br />
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Why do I have to learn how to gas station kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16225383770716508680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352778455630899380.post-25994768589855107322017-04-24T03:44:00.001-07:002017-04-24T03:44:25.201-07:00no sleep on SundaysI don't know how to write proper introductions, but as of right now, life is, in a nutshell, a can of beans being cooked over a fire without having any holes for ventilation. Because sheltering is a thing that just keeeeeeeeeeeeps on going and eventually all mah beans are going to explode and the only thing that can is gonna say is GODSPEED FELLOW LEGUMES<br />
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It's kinda funny. On this screen, I can make a list of positive things about me, like:<br />
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just kidding, it's still hard. All the shit I'm typing up in this blog is just a huge continuation of thoughts, all while pacing around making coffee during my graveyard shift at the gas station.<br />
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FIRST OFF, HOW DO I EVEN SAY THAT I'M THIS OR THAT WITHOUT SOUNDING OVERCONFIDENT. Yes, I know, that's not always the case, but considering that a person is essentially the reflection (or reaction) of the environment and people around them and that I am that shameful, Christian-raised kid that lives in her own head for most of her time and hangs out with maybe 3 people somewhat "consistently", I don't have many positive or cheerful ideas/thoughts that would help counteract or ease the negatives.<br />
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"Can't you just ___"<br />
"Shouldn't you be ___"<br />
"All you need to do is ___"<br />
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Why am I always hearing these things, because those phrases sound like hypotheses in a science experiment without any data or yield<br />
Wash your lab equipment, they're still dirty<br />
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3:38AM- shitty kids outside who can't read fucking signs.<br />
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This is exactly why my head is cluttered. Can't even stay on fucking topic for a good paragraph.<br />
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