That awkward moment when you are convinced that if pricked, rum is going to flow out instead of blood.
Yes, I spend way too much time on Facebook.
The week that was has had it's share of 'moments'; good, bad, public and some not so. The points of revelation were :
The week that was has had it's share of 'moments'; good, bad, public and some not so. The points of revelation were :
- Being Home-alone is EPIC and totally manageable. Makes you responsible.
- I am an alcoholic. For sure.
- I don't take well to emptiness/loneliness on drunk nights.
- Crying is relieving.
- Ross and I are going to die trying outdo each other.
So spent some nights home, did some unmentionables amongst others; spent some nights out, did just as much amount of unmentionables and then Mum got back. I think I missed her a little bit too. It's only when you don't have something staring at you in your face do you realize its importance.
Yes I am as uninspired to write as uninspired gets. Lots on my mind, I guess. So without further attempts of stringing some vague words into apparent sentences, I leave you with-
Happy Drinking. I miss my Old Monk(s).
Soon...
I have phases with my drinks and my smokes. Weird.
ReplyDeleteCrying gives me a stupid blotched up face and a red nose. And it also gives me a mother fucking headache. :|
I never liked rum so much.. tastes funny :P
Because you're a loyal whiskey drinker.
ReplyDeleteRum <3 <3 <3