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Sunday, November 6, 2011

Confession

I was at a party this week. People got drunk and people got high and people smoked hookah. I wish I could say that I kept a promise that I wouldn't smoke or drink. I drank, I smoked hookah and I think I got a contact high.

What am I suppose to feel when I take two shots of Ciroc? What I am I suppose to feel when I take a Jager bomb after that?

What am I suppose to feel after being in a room for five hours where people are smoking? What am I suppose to feel after smoking a bit of hookah?

I was hyper before the party and I was hyper during the party when all that was happening.

If I act like my usual cute hyper self and throw in a couple of "Yo's" in there. I'm set to acting "drunk" and "high."

I think. No, I know that I've lost sight of myself.

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