high as a vodka-smoked kite

(i got new glasses. they're the best)

my weekend is a workin weekend; it's my turn to be 'on'. i love the city on the weekend. *sigh* it's actually enjoyable...not just a buncha khaki-colored personalities dressed in office attire roaming around like zombies with cups of designer coffee they 'splurged' on because they just aren't happy lately. god i can't do it, i'm freakin out, i gotta escape before they get me...aaaahhhh! woody! help! get the zombies!! wait. what? yeah....next topic...

so, last night, i broke my no-more-alcohol clause by, well, drinking alcohol. i didn't drink much, just enough to make me feel invincible for 45 minutes before the reality of being human sunk in and i passed out. i felt fine this morning but not fine at the same time, ya know? i really don't like to drink. i wish you could just smoke vodka...wait, can you? i mean, i know you can't but could you...? that would be great.