I just had another emotional breakdown and laid all my cards out on the table for her all of a sudden. I feel kind of bad but I needed to let everything out. Now I feel empty and withdrawn and I think my mom stole my absinthe.
Absente, french absinthe, 110 proof. Someone please take this away from me, it tastes like black licorice and I don't know why I'm drinking it other than to get really sloshed really fast it's past 5pm so...I hurt my foot, I have a very painful gash under it, idk how that happened. I'm going to write while I'm lucid and have another glass. Everything I say from now until tomorrow morning needs to be forgiven. I might buy small bottles of other absinthe and do reviews for the cult, let me know if you like that idea. This one has a pretty lackluster louche, it's translucent, not thick or oily, and has the typical green tint. You can't taste the wormwood well, but the anise is definitely strong in this one, but has no distinct flavor to make it memorable and it's too sweet, I didn't even add sugar, true absinthe is more bitter. I don't drink it for the taste, it's like smoking good weed, the feeling you get is similar to being high, the air is sharper but the world moves slower and I'm at least glad to know what that feels like. Mood: I'm afraid of my own shadow Music: When I was a kid I used to talk to bugs
Tis true, my form is something odd
but blaming me, is blaming God,
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole
or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul
The mind's the standard of the Man. Mood: melancholic
