a line exists somewhere in the realm of drunkeness.
its an unmarked line.
and a thin one at that.
it marks the distinction
between civilization and wilderness.
between feeling good
and
feeling invincible.
(i believe that i dared someone to stab me in the kidney at one point.)
between being relaxed
and
needing people to help you stay in a chair.
i never saw that line.
i ran past it.
i sprinted so far into the land of debauchery
that i was close to crossing the line again.
(you see, because, like, the world is round?)
(someone, i think, confessed her love for me last night.
i, i'm pretty sure, confessed my love for someone else.)
sigh.
i've got to find my car before school starts.
7:39 a.m. - 2007-01-24
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