August 23, 2004

illicit sneaky

just sneaked into the kitchen for spoons of strawberry shortcake ice cream. like a couple of nights ago, i stood alone and wary, bare feet on the cold kitchen floor, listening for my parents to come down and discover me. it's like secret kahlua night part 2. the day i go alone to the night kitchen and pour booze on my fatty fatty ice cream for a secret shameful snack, hidden from my parents is the night i have hit rock bottom. on the other hand, booze, liquor, or any combination of the two with friends or in the open is alright. it's the sneaky that makes it so pathetic. and man have i been doin' the illicit sneaky as of late.


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