I certainly don’t drink liquors. But sometimes it’s provoking, and if your homie peer-pressured you, it’s either you suffer or they suffer. In my case it was a win-win situation 🤣
10PM. 7 tequila shots downed! Imagine that? I’m still in my perfect state of mind. Just a little bit talkative. And happier? I don’t know. But I swear those shots were burning my throat! Feels like fire in there. I don’t understand why they need to make this so bitter! Lime and salt can’t do anything.
I hope my serotonin is reaching the peak. That should at least be my reward for going beyond my limits. Atleast I’m so much calmer now, and also flushed! Gaaah, the evidence is all around my fuckin face. I’d deal with the headache when I sober up later but I won’t take the 8th shot anymore. I’m not pushing my luck.
Look at the sky. There are many twinkling stars right now. I’m tracing some constellations, some letters, some animals… It’s fun doing this. Sighs.
Okay, I’m out now!