the 18 year old, female equivilant of george carlin

these past few days have been a benadryl and pain killer induced haze.
i feel like i should stop smoking, and start eating better. and clean the mold off of my ceiling. but where's the fun in that? being unhealthy is my shtick. that and being a dumbass.

the other day, a friend learned a little more about me. she learned that i used to be able to speak fluently in french(i can sort of carry on a conversation now,but not really) and that i come from a yuppie town where i sailed, golfed and hung out at a country club with dentists and cops on their days off. i feel 10 years older than i am. my smile and my eyes look that way too. i'm starting to become strung out and bitter.