WOW

Wow. Talk about some venom. What I'm referring to is a blog I had just read. Read it too and see what I mean. It's from a girl I had been seeing for about 2 months now.Holly and I met on my birthday 2 months ago. I realized after a while that 2 egomaniacs should never date. She has to have her way and I have to have mine. We got into an argument on Saturday on our way back from a day trip to Mexico. When she called me up wanting to go I told her that I had no cash to go. She called me back and said that if I drove she'd buy dinner. What I didn't know was that I was going to be subjected to her music on the drive back and her dancing in the car. Mind you the dancing didn't bother me, but I was having to drive on a road I've never been on before and it was a very dark and rainy night (sounds like a good start for a horror flick). Then she said something that really pissed me off. As we breezed through a Border Patrol check point, she said that maybe we should have brought back 40 pounds of pot from Mexico since they never bothered to check. Those of you who know me know how I feel about drugs. Pot wouldn't bother me if it were legal, but it's not and therefore I have nothing to do with it. I've had family members in and out of rehab most of my life. I have a very addictive personality and am hooked on 2 major drugs--nicotene and caffiene. I spent about six years looking at life through the bottom of a bottle. I got over that one, but damn I still could use a drink every now and then. I admit that I have one every now and then, but never to excess. There is not much else to do here but drink and screw (unless you like cow-tipping). Since I have no woman now, I guess it's back to drinking. Not really, I'm not going back to drinking again.