Am currently thinking very deep and unshallow like thoughts.
Like how awkward it is when someone is wearing more makeup than clothes.
Or how long one would have to sit at a lake's edge, with their mouth open, waiting for a roast duck to fly in.
Yes. Very deep in thought here.
Also require a cave girl outfit that will hopefully consist of a leopard print dress.
And a Viking outfit, including a drinking horn, war helmet and, later in the year, furry short shorts.
And yet again we return to the subject of metaphoric drugs and placebos.
Am 80% sure I am no longer addicted to the original drug, and no longer have need for the placebo. However, on return to Balmy Palmy North, I have discovered a few new metaphoric drugs, ones that are very appealing and seem to have the possibility of being extremely addictive. Considering the fact I can't choose between 3 "drugs", I've come to the conclusion that I'm not yet addicted to one in particular.
Although, I can say with certainty, that I'm coming dangerously close to relapsing back into metaphoric substance abuse, especially with "drug" number one being so near by. Even if it isn't very accessible right now, no doubt I'll try and increase it's readiness to satisfy my figurative chemical addiction.
Sigh.
So much for drug recovery. I'm back on the rollercoaster of metaphoric drug use, and although I'm totally against a committed addiction to one metaphoric drug, I wouldn't mind the odd dabble with said "drug".
That drug really is too damn tempting for my own good. And very, very good looking.
To make matters worse, Facebook is being an enabler. Typical.
Like I said, I'm deep in thought here.
Yeah right.
Laters gee-angsters.
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