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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>Pharmacudical Life</title><link>http://pharmacudical_life.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><language>en-UK</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>Pharmacudical Life</title><link>http://pharmacudical_life.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/24/f5d7f6015c317b4ccaf37ec0684bad_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>All The Drama That I Crave</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;So this is my first posting. I suppose I should say something deep and meaningful but alas I am hungover. That seems to be the typical horror I awake to each morning. The realization that I perhaps drank a little too much the night before. You see I am a teacher. And, if any of you know anything about the teaching profession- it comes with a certain amount of stress. How does one vanquish this stress? Alcohol is a ready option- as is any number of class A drugs- but they have an infinitely longer period of misery than alcohol. It is not like I even plan to get paralytic. It just happens. I know this sounds mighty sketchy but whatever. I am typing through the early morning realization of shameful behaviour. Before anyone thinks I may be an alcoholic. I am not. I am a drunk. A pretty funny drunk at that. I never get moody or angry- just smiley and stumbley. And in no way do I want to quit. Hence, a drunk and not an alcoholic. I do not see it as a problem- just a morning after burden. God, I sound really bad- no offense to those who are seriously battling through alcoholism and all- I know it is a horrible thing to go through. I am just making light of my situation. I have a much bigger problem with drugs. No I don't. Yes I do.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It is not like I feel I need to justify my 'dirty, dark, socially unacceptable behaviour'- I just feel as though there is nothing to hide. Obviously I wouldn't broadcast it at Parents Night at my school or during a staff meeting- but I am not ashamed. I don't even mind the hangovers.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I moved to London three and a half years ago from a small, nothing town in Canada and hit the gay scene MASSIVELY. I have never looked back. I love it here. Any type of music, drug, man and all at anytime of the day. Brilliant. But with the scene brings baggage- all sorts of habits pop up (I say habits- some would say addiction- once again I am not addicted to drugs. I should know I have been doing them for years. Tee Hee. Making light of my situation. Calm down rehab fans). &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So now I have broadcasted five of my 'dark shames'. I am a drunk. I enjoy the drugs. I am a total homo. I am a teacher ('Shock! Horror! He is supposed to be caring for our youth!'- believe me, if you taught in Hackney you'd need a pint and a line at the end of the day too). And my biggest, darkest shame- I am a Canadian. Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;x ryan
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://pharmacudical_life.blog.co.uk/2005/07/28/all_the_drama_that_i_crave/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pharmacudical_life.blog.co.uk/2005/07/28/all_the_drama_that_i_crave/</link><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2005 11:37:31 +0200</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
