OK, so, I’ve decided that I’m probably becoming a bit of an alcoholic. I never set out to become an alcoholic; no-one does.
I’m not too bad or anything, it’s not like it’s getting in the way of my job, or costing me a massive amount of money, or costing me my friends or family or anything like that. But, it is getting in the way of me making new friends, it is getting in the way of me… essentially getting on with my life. I’m 30, I make decent money (awesome money considering how hard I work), and I’m essentially happy. But, I’m mainly only happy because I take drugs that make me happy.
I want a drink. I haven’t had a drink in days. I got pretty drunk a few nights ago, in a bar for once… I ended up talking to this one girl with huge boobs and her friend. I don’t remember either of their names anymore…
Usually I come home from work and have a drink basically right away, and then proceed to have another, and usually that leads to a third and a fourth. Mostly I don’t move to a fifth or a sixth, but it’s not too uncommon that I’ll have a Scotch or two after having a few beers.
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