I'm in the building and I'm feelin' myself...

It’s weird. I thought I was wild in high school. I smoked, drank, cursed, did the nasty, and got away with curfew by “spending the night at friend’s houses.” The thing I’m realizing now is that I did my dirt, but I was never out of control. My parents were still highly influential even if I didn’t want to admit it at the time. My grades never slipped and I never got into it with the law.

So when my ex called me on Sunday and invited me over to “experiment” with him, I was surprised at myself when I said yes. It was high school all over again.

“Come on, just take half and I’ll take the other half,” he coaxed.

“No, I’m good,” I said.

Not too long after that conversation, half a blue pill was traveling down my throat. It takes about 45 minutes for E to kick in. Assuming that it was some “weak sh*t” we went ahead and split another pill, still not feeling anything. Not too long after taking the second one, the first one kicked in and it was all over after that. I was on a cloud.



I’ve never felt so good in my life. I called everyone in my phonebook at 4 a.m. to say, “I love you!” and “I feel great!” I also smoked a whole pack of menthol cigarettes, because each time I inhaled, the menthol felt like a breath of fresh air.

We stayed up all night talking, talking and talking. I swear that fool had a lot to say. I probably crashed about 7 a.m. I woke up at 8 a.m. to go to work, and he was like, “where are you going?” I’m like, “to work, I guess.”

I was still thizzed out at work. My jaw hurt from grinding my teeth all night and my pupils were still dilated. I tried to play it off, but I think everyone at work knew something was up.

I’m sure that was a one-time thing. It felt great at the time, but the aftermath was painful. Smoking all those ciggs didn’t help either…

* Sorry I’m so MIA in commenting on blogs. I hurt my finger. No. My keyboard doesn’t have the letter _ . No. Um yeah I know excuses, excuses, I will catch up on all your great blogs later! *