Oh my fucking christ, you know what can drive me to drink.  Men.  Holy fuck, if I stay at home non stop for two months, I am not tempted to drink once, but the second a man that I am like WHOA, HE IS ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY MANLY AS HELL--well, once I am invited in a demanding way to drink, I am getting wasted as fucking hell.  

If you can read between the lines, I am completely in lust with a man that isn't even living in LA. And when he was like DRINK. DRINK. DRINK. I wanted to bare his children and drink the blood of native boys. Too bad the native boys thing had nothing to do with him...AWESOME.  But I am in lust like I always am and I suppose the best way to deal with this is running and more self-induced starvation.  Praise Allah.