but liquor is quicker.
Not that I need any. Liquor that its. Maybe some black liquorish scottie dogs. Not a fan of black liquorish but those are the best! So full from lunch, I managed to make it to noon and realize I hadn't eaten anything all morning, which is like a miracle for me! I feel like I always have to eat. I think it's a Pearl Jam kind of day today. Cinco de (light) Mayo hold the pickle today as well but my plans fell through, probably a good thing since I am sicky poo and probably should take it easy the next few days. I've been trying to practice my spanish though but I always fail and just remember how to sing a dirty song and what to say right before you take a drink arriba! abajo! al centro! por dentro! no I am not el borracho.
I believe I am the el soñador, the dreamer. I dream like a fiend and have often been told I have some crazy one's. If you were to sit down at breakfast with me in the morning I could probably recount a few from the night before. I can't shake this dream from Saturday, on an open air train with the best looking guy I've ever scene with dark hair who was really death and as I jumped from the train he appeared in the tall grass, grabbed me and asked me who I thought I was to try and outrun death, I told him it wasn't my time and I'd keep running until it was.. but I don't think he liked that very much, he definitely had a lure to him, a wanted to reach up and touch his face, but then I woke up again and wondered what it all meant. On that old train in the middle of nowhere heading to a bar I worked at in the city.
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