I'm through with sleepin on the sidewalk
I have, once again, managed to fuck shit up for myself-- sweep myself under the proverbial rug. To make a long story short, I got myself banned from the one thing i truly love(d) in my life (and yes, alcohol was involved, as always). High five. At first my world crumbled, I felt the earth move under my feet, the whole sha-bang. However, I'm adapting. Resiliance is a great quality. Now I've got some more free time, which i can use to do my schoolwork, buy completely random and useless shit off eeebs... sky's the limit (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tG90VxI4ZR4), the possibilities are endless.
But I digress. This should be the point where I realize that I have a problem; ditch the booze, find god, find myself through god, etc. This cliché is not for me though, and besides, it would be so passé to stop drinking on a Thursday (read, the new friday) night anyway. So in the hazey aftermath of my disbarment, I make the executive decision to send out the fuck you to the world, go to the bar, see Joe. Joe is somewhat of a constant in the equation of my life. Joe bartends at an irish bar in yonkz, and throughout all of my fuckups, he's always been there. Joe proceeded to feed me pints of gin and tonic. The ushual. I saw some people I could really give a fuck about, others that I could. Made smalltalk, did my thing.
Went to work the next day, and in one of my better performances, ending up voming in the toilet for two year olds. My life is so comical. Did a shit load of shopping (retail therapy--- am I a broad afterall?) after this, with Anna and Kelly. JT tickets in the works, for now screenprinted underwear that read : JT OWNS MY VAGINA. Even when shit goes south I can at least always count on Kelly and Anna to show me a good time. Got sloshed and went to zach's, and purportedly spilled some drunken nonsense (read, deep theoretical insights) all night.
On the otherhand, I feel like im falling in the cracks, being painted over, overlooked by everyone. I guess this is natural. The world has not come to an end; but I need to get out more often.
But I digress. This should be the point where I realize that I have a problem; ditch the booze, find god, find myself through god, etc. This cliché is not for me though, and besides, it would be so passé to stop drinking on a Thursday (read, the new friday) night anyway. So in the hazey aftermath of my disbarment, I make the executive decision to send out the fuck you to the world, go to the bar, see Joe. Joe is somewhat of a constant in the equation of my life. Joe bartends at an irish bar in yonkz, and throughout all of my fuckups, he's always been there. Joe proceeded to feed me pints of gin and tonic. The ushual. I saw some people I could really give a fuck about, others that I could. Made smalltalk, did my thing.
Went to work the next day, and in one of my better performances, ending up voming in the toilet for two year olds. My life is so comical. Did a shit load of shopping (retail therapy--- am I a broad afterall?) after this, with Anna and Kelly. JT tickets in the works, for now screenprinted underwear that read : JT OWNS MY VAGINA. Even when shit goes south I can at least always count on Kelly and Anna to show me a good time. Got sloshed and went to zach's, and purportedly spilled some drunken nonsense (read, deep theoretical insights) all night.
On the otherhand, I feel like im falling in the cracks, being painted over, overlooked by everyone. I guess this is natural. The world has not come to an end; but I need to get out more often.