The Whines that Bind/We're Fated to Pretend

When I get drunk, there are times where I find myself ogling at my decisions, asking myself what the hell I was thinking. Most of the time alcohol makes you want to reclaim yourself, and when you're out and down and depleted, you just want to go to the beach and pick up bits and pieces of yourself. There are things running around my head that sometimes scare me as well, but I can't help thinking about it. I've seen the interplay of pheromones and surprisingly, even with alcohol, my third eye continues to work. I'm sensitive but not extra-sensitive. Haha. And for a while there, I just wanted to throw the laptop in the air and see who would catch it. I miss the good old days. How untimely.