If an activity is considered bad, morally wrong, and harmful to the participant, then it is almost guaranteed to be fun. Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll, drinking, staying up late, smoking, teasing, kinkiness, girl-on-girl, swearing, porn, vampirism, video games, even chocolate fits into this category.
I can't remember the last day when I was not either drunk or stoned. I have a lot of fun. And yes, I still have a freakish patch of no skin on my hipbone. But still, there is a nagging sense of confusion and dissatisfaction. I could just be being a needy bitch here. It could be that the puritans and God-botherers are right, and happiness can never be found when one engages in supposedly immoral hedonistic activity. Or it could be that abnormal pleasures really do kill the taste for normal ones. Oops, pretentious references to Anais Nin. *kills self* I haven't even read the book, or seen the film, from which that is taken. But hey, it's an awesome quote. And I will buy the book or film soon, honest.
I don't honestly believe that anything I do is particularly immoral, but still, I feel bad...
Really, I'm just looking forward to Friday. A party. The last time I went to a party at this place, it was epic. All the drugs and alcohol you could ask for, chaos, sex, nudity and police raids. This time, there will be pills. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
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