Sometimes I over indulge in it and it makes me sick. Got a little high and played video games for about three hours strait. Had two beers. Felt good, and now it's wearing off. How short the rewards are for such things. Instant gratification is my enemy.
Bad movie ending:
guy in suit stands soaked in a fountain, staring at the camera, yelling and occasionally slipping back into the water. "You two are crazy!" he says. Girl and guy enter shot on each side, in front of him, staring at each other. They don't say anything, but look affectionately into each others eyes and smile. They kiss. Cue dolly shot pulling away from them with the flustered guy in suit walking away (or something). Couple still kissing. Cue end credit song.
What movie is that? I don't know, I just thought of that scene the other day.
It's already ten o'clock! Where did the day go........ where......
I feel hungry but don't want to eat anything here. Don't want to eat. Don't want to drink. Don't want to get high. Don't want to go outside. How dull.
"It was a night for drinking. I had watched three movies that day on the high channels, but only remembered the title of two of them. "What the fuck was that first one?" I said quietly to myself. My legs are crossed, and I'm smoking a cigarette, sitting in the sun room. I can see the front door from here, and I keep imagining people walking through it. The kitchen is small. I've lit candles in there in an old holder my sister has left at the house. They are for no one. I walk over to the fridge and open the freezer to grab the vodka. A few ice cubes, probably more vodka than I had originally planned to pour, and the rest of an already opened energy drink (this is my third drink). I'm listening to music, and realize that I haven't really talked to anyone that day. There are no pets here, and my sister is somewhere else. I walk up the stairs which turn to the right at the end, and go into my room. It's quaint, and there is very little in it. A bed, desk, television, and some musical equipment. There is more music playing. There is music playing everywhere in the house. I hate when it's quiet in there. My sister's room is at the other end of the hall. There is a bed made, and a bunch of half unpacked boxes. She isn't normally home. The last thing I remember doing with her is going grocery shopping. I brought back mustard with out a squeeze top. "Are you sure you want that kind?" she asked. "Yeah' I say "this is fancier" and put it in the cart. She scared the fuck out of me one time by leaving the door open while I was asleep. I woke up and there it was. "Is someone here?!" I yelled. I grabbed something heavy and prepared to hit someone. I put things in the bathroom that looked nice. The walls were pretty boring in that house. I don't remember having a lot of people over there. We had a fire once, but the chute was closed or something at first, so the house smelled like burnt wood for a few days after that. And for as lonely as that sounds, I was having a better time than I am now."
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