Jan. 26th, 2015 03:21 pm
[personal profile] snarp
I envy persons for whom drunkenness is a pleasant state, or at least an anaesthetic one. It makes me sleepy, angry, and paranoid, and I already am all of those things all of the time.

It is three-fifteen PM, I am not intoxicated, I am just thinking about this for some reason.

I can’t drive safely right now due to shakiness/shiteyes so I just called and asked Mom to stop at the store and get me some me high-calorie high-protein canned foods because I’m only eating once a day or so. I then had to specify what foods this meant because she is in her fifties and still doesn’t know anything about human or animal nutrition. This is Kentucky, we’re in an abusive relationship with lard, we know it’s an abusive one but we can’t explain why, we use the word “trashy?” The problem with this relationship is not the socioeconomic iconography associated with the food, but part of the problem is that we think it is.

That’s not actually why I was thinking about booze, it’s an unrelated thought. This is a bad post.

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