First off, I'm not dead. I took a bit of a hiatus because my life went to Stress Level 11. No offense to my rabid readers.
So, I wanna talk about alcohol, yet again. It's been suggested by a few people my age that because I'm not your normal 22-year-old drunken party animal, that I'm a stick-in-the-mud. Well, I assure you I AM NOT!! I will go out and dance, both on floors and on tables and be completely sober! What can I say... Table dancing is fucking epic.
By the way.... Fair warning, this is going to be a GIF heavy blog. :P AND I DON'T OWN ANY OF THEMMMM!!!!!
Anyways... Multiple people have tried to get me drunk. Or even tried to get me to smoke pot. Let me just throw this right out there.... I have no desire to be puking my guts out and feeling like shit the next morning because I decided to drink half my weight in whiskey. I love whiskey, and I do drink, but I exercise control. Lots of it. Except when it comes to sex....
And, no, I've never smoked pot, either. I'm neither Cheech, nor Chong. I'm Ella. And Ella doesn't desire to smoke pot. I've smoked 3 cigarettes in my life, and I hated it. It made me smell bad and made me nauseous and gave me a headache. I won't even go down the road of the coughing fits. So I decided that it was SO not worth the damn trouble.
Let me kinda go back and explain why I don't drink that much....
I come from a long line of alcoholics. I have an addictive personality so I just don't feel the need to cross that line. I'm already crazy enough. Let's not add a drinking problem to that, okay? Thanks!
I have a friend that was slipped a roofie in a drink that some guy bought her in a bar. Thank God she had enough sense to call her sister to come get her instead of going home with that creep. I feel a "you could have been dead in the ditch" speech coming on here.... That I think I'll skip. You all get it.
One of my best friends in high school was gay. VERY gay. He's the reason why there is now a written rule at my old high school that states that male students can't wear make-up. He was dating a soldier a few years back. Well, this soldier was VERY in the closet.... Thanks to that whole "Don't Ask Don't Tell" bullshit. Thanks, Prez. I owe you one for that. Anyways, the soldier's friends found out. They waited outside the bar where my friend did drag shows on Friday and Saturday nights. They grabbed him, drug him into an alley, and brutally beat him to death. They were all drunk. What did they get? A dishonorable discharge from the military and 5 years in prison each. Gotta love the American judicial system. Sadly, back then, that didn't qualify as a hate crime.
I've been hit by enough drunk males. Period.
So, I have my reasons. I don't care if some people think I'm lame or dull or whatever. I know I'm not, so fuck them and their stupid opinions.
And if you don't know me well enough to know that I'm not boring, ask the people I've shared a bed with... Or who has seen me dance on a table... Or has gone to a bar with me. Lol. I'm only boring at work, and I get paid to be that way, so I can do it. It's hard, but I can do it.
So for those of you out there who don't drink or don't drink much, YOU ARE NOT ALONE!! You've got to stand for something, or you'll fall for anything, so stand up for what you believe in, even if you're standing alone.
Besides, if you're on my blog, then you're among friends. :)
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