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12/25/2003
"Drink and dream"
Am sitting in the room with a drink in my hand, contemplating the ways of mind, of people, of ethics.
A shot of vodka and a shot of blue curacao, topped off with orange juice. Layered, it looks gorgeous. Shaken, and you get a deep sea-green complete with foam caps. I can get addicted to this :P And yes, if you think this is the work of an alcoholic, you're damn right it is.
So bloody messed.
Punky's watching E.R, Di's out, Api's back in the t.dot and Sarah's at the Sapphire Lounge I think. Oh wait, she's back. Nevermind.
I don't know how you do it *shakes head* Some days I'm amazed, others I'm just appalled.
so fucking unreliable.
Been sitting here for forever trying to think of something to say or write, but everything seems so damn confusing, disturbing. Am still trying to come to grips with reality, but everything's layered with bitterness. Anger. Despair.
Silhouettes
and dancing shadows;
Vivid colours,
painful endeavours.
Clear liquid layered with blue
Consumed in looking for true
thoughts
beliefs
faith;
Just can't seem to
find it
attain it,
so I keep dreaming.
Maybe someday.
Currently listening to: Crystal Method's Trip Like I Do
Current emotion: tired
Random observation: Needle and threads.