Sunday, January 11, 2015

Always Go with Your Drink of Choice.

Getting older is easily my favorite and least favorite thing about being a human.
On one hand, the older I get the more like myself I feel.
like, I am constantly becoming the person I truly am.
But on the other hand, hangovers are a thing.
a thing I never, once experienced in my youth.

It can be said that if even once, during your time of festivities
 you say to yourself "this isn't gonna feel good when I wake up"
You are in fact getting old and you will more than likely get a hangover. 
And hangovers come in various forms; 
from physical hangovers, like headaches & nausea
to mental hangovers like, insufferable grumpiness and irritability.

[thafourth]



... And as I sit in this Icebox of a coffee shop, typing this on my phone because this cold coffee cafe has spotty internet, growing more and more irritated with the people around me. 

- Looks up at Rachel as she talks about a racialized body. Seriously, girl... I promise I don't care. -

I realized two things:
I am hungover.
I like being a writer.

Moral of the story:
Drink whisky; not vodka.

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