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08 June 2003 - 17:47
Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk Someone once said that I have an addictive personality, and at the time I took it as a compliment... a personality that was addictive - you could get addicted to my personality...right? Turns out not so... This morning I had an epiphany. I woke up on my couch, fully dressed, with my balcony doors swinging open...I had been to the Mondial de la Biere festival at Gare Windsor with good buddy Chris yesterday, and soaked up the sun whilst sampling many, MANY beers, Scotches and Ciders... (took special note of Ubi's "Le Terrible" - it was most definately not, and Vermont Brewing's "Scottish Style Ale" - OCH AYE!!) As rolled off said couch and coughed for about 10 minutes, I headed to the bathroom to inspect the damage....eyes bloodshot red and bags the size of small suitcases hanging... I looked like shite essentially... thing is, that this was the fourth time this week I'd woken up like this... karaoke thursday, Ritz wednesday, hockey game tuesday... and I know it's not like I'm doing heroin or cocaine or anything even close, but this is a personal situation and a personal decision... my lifestyle sucks.. and it's not doing me any good... So it's time to turn it around - to get back into shape for summer, and enjoy a beer - but to quit before I get to "wake up on the couch fully clothed" status. Don't get me wrong - I know I'm no raging alcoholic...but it's the little things, right? And now I know what an addictive personality really is... and I concur with that person's original observation.... ...and is this any wonder...It's a SIGN I tell you!! A SIGN!!!...
Thanks to The Well Stacked Liquidhuman for this...
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