Valium. I'm not on it, but maybe I should be. It was the drug of choice to make housewives of the 1950's complacent. I could use a little complacency. No, I'm more like a 60's/80's mix--all jumped up on white crosses, cocaine, coffee...whatever it takes to get me through. My blood sometimes feels like its on fire. Definitely an upper kind of girl, opposed to the other end of the spectrum.
I don't really take drugs. Well, sometimes a Tylenol Allergy-Sinus when things get out of control with the pollen...but other than that, I'm not lucky enough to be an addict. Addicts seem to get all the breaks. Their addictions define them, and whether or not they realize it, they become a tool of their addictions. I tried for a long time to be a pot addict, but unfortunately, the only addiction forged between myself and Mary Jane was a purely psychological one. Maybe that is how all addictions start. Maybe if I would have stuck with being a pothead, or maybe would have gone at it a little harder, there would have been some physical repercussions. But what can I say? I'm a quitter.
I'd like to have a coke addiction: sniff a little powder and be all energized and motivated. Get skinny. I've heard that gets expensive, though, and can't stomach the idea of spending money on myself like that. Meth isn't my gig, I treasure my teeth way too much, and I have awesome skin. Why would I want to fuck that up to be a tweaker? Heroin would be ok, I guess, but I dislike the idea of shooting up, and could see myself O.D.ing way too easily. I guess I can just reason with myself that all these imperfections are just too imperfect. I'm too fucking smart for that.
I'll just stick with the addictions I have: purses and school. Because a girl can never be too smart or have too many cool bags.
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