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OK, maybe I am, whatever…
Thursday, June 14, 2007
It didn’t take anywhere near the next five beers for me to realize that yeah I really do want to bone her. But, the likelihood of it happening any time soon is relatively low, due to other parts of my life…
I sucked down another 80oz. of beer last night, left at around 9:30 or 10:00, and had some excellent Chinese sesame beef. Unfortunately I’d already eaten dinner before I plowed through half of it and a quart of brown rice, but all that beer makes an appetite grow, evidently.
After Further Deliberation
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
After further deliberation, I’m not really so hot to fuck my bartender.
I’ve been back a few times since she served me my last drink, she’s ok, but honestly when she’s not serving me, I’m just less attracted to her- it’s part of her job though I guess. I’ve caught her eye a number of times since, but we haven’t spoken- she drinks there on a regular basis as well as working there, which is one of the awesome things about my bar. I guess though, if I can catch her eye when she’s a patron as well as on the clock, then that’s good. At least she doesn’t have an amazing set on her though- if she did I’d be in big trouble since I just can’t stop staring when there’s a great pair of headlights pointing right at me.
I stopped in last night and had five pints of Guinness without really trying too hard. I met the bartender that I hadn’t met before, and he finally bought me a drink- it took long enough.
Generally I’m feeling pretty lousy though- that is to say, feeling juuuust fine, but I just keep drinking and drinking and drinking… I was vaguely going to kick it sober style this evening, but I’m trying to decide in the background whether to get up and get a third Red Seal or whether I should just refill my water glass….
I’m also pissed off because I’m so fucking addicted to pr0n. It’s pretty ridiculous- I cleaned out some crap because I was pissed off a while ago, and it freed up 348GB of space. That’s a whole lot of boobs. Now I’m left with some boredom and my other d3mons. Among them, the third Red Seal.
Too fucking early
Monday, June 4, 2007
My high school started classes at 7:30. I was mostly on time.
I used to go bowling at 9am on Sunday mornings. It was $20 for 9a-noon, or something like that. I’d go with my girl, and sometimes we’d share a lane, and sometimes we’d each get our own lane to get in the extra practice.
Since we split up, I havent’ been bowling. Not once. I really want to go, but the cheap alley is way the hell out- it’d take me probably a good hour and a half to get there from where I’m at, purely because I don’t have a car, and don’t have friends who drive. I was going to go anyway down to the alley where we used to go on Sunday mornings yesterday.. I got up around 6:45 & ate breakfast, but before I knew it it was 7:25. Basically, there’s no way I’d be there by the new start time of 8am, so I said screw it. I was thinking about going to the one that’s further away anyway, but in the end I was lazy and didn’t. I’m vaguely considering going this evening. But I probably won’t.
Generally speaking, I feel like I’ve been just getting lazier and lazier- I work moderately hard at work, but outsize of work I just drink and hang out here, or at the bar…
Carlsberg is no Tuborg
Friday, June 1, 2007
It’s Friday now… I’ve spent the last week booze-free. It felt really good. It felt way better than a booze-filled week, except that I ordered two Papa John’s pizza’s on Monday night or something, and thus felt nasty for the first few days. I’m not fat, but I have terrible self-image, and since I never get laid, I don’t get a lot of good excersize.That said, I’ve happily put down a couple Carlsbergs and a Bass, three hot dogs, and have just opened my special “Duchy Origianals Organic English Ale”. $5.99, but the “profits [are] donated to the Prince of Wales’s Charitable Foundation”. It’s really pretty good; it certianly tastes organic. Whatever the fuck that means. Basically, I’m bored.
You are in the Cyclops Cave. You see a
log, a fire, some sheep, some rope, a
towel and a small fish. The Cyclops is
asleep across the entrance of the cave
to the west.
> W
You go west. The Cyclops wakes up and
eats you. You have completed 0.5% of
The Odyssey. Game Over.
Huge Boobs
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
On Saturday night I had a Negra Modelo with dinner, then went directly across the street to the bar & ordered a Guinness.
Then had another Guinness.
And after a while ordered a Powers whiskey to try it out, good stuff. The bartender bought that one.
I was pretty damn attracted to the bartender. Basically I wanted to fuck her brains out. But, she’s a bartender, so she gets that from all the guys, and many of them are way better than me, so I did nothing. She wasn’t a knockout or anything, but I wanted to split her in two. Also, while I’ve been in the bar a few times, it’s my favourite local bar, so I didn’t want to piss anyone off, since she works there and I’d never seen her before, but the regulars all knew her well.
Her shift ended, and the bartender I vaguely knew came on. I ordered another Guinness after a while, and then another Powers I think.
I got to talking to the chef.. he bought us each a shot of Jameson since he liked it.. we talked for a bit, and I bought each of us a Powers since I like it way better. I think I was done with my Guinness by that point & we went outside & got some food from the bbq. I remember deciding to stick to the whiskey from then out, at least, so thus I must have finished the Guinness.
At some point I may have ordered another Powers, I don’t rememeber. I know I ended up chatting up these two girls- mainly one girl with these huge boobs and her friend, who probably had a set on her two, but she was never directly in front of me, so I paid her little attention.. evidently I get my blinders on when I drink, so if someone’s not right in front of me with headlights blaring, I’m not going to notice them if there’s someone who is. And this one girl really had a set, I think. If I can recognize her this weekend, I’ll be lucky. Seriously. Probably I’ll just try to get the chef to point her out if she’s there, so I don’t ignore her completely… Really it’s that bartender I’d like to get to know better though.
Anyway, I don’t remember what my intro was.. they were probably talking about something I knew something about, some book probably, and most likely I asked for clarification on some point, and then moved in on their conversation. Anyway, we talked about stuff I have no memory of for a while.. I don’t remember feeling particularly drunk, but since I don’t remember what we talked about at all…
Anyway this chick wanted to play some moose hunter arcade game- I was terrible at it, since I kept shooting the cows (I couldn’t really see which was a cow and which was a bull)… I bought another Powers at some point definitely, or actually was bought it by the bartender.. I know I took a piss after a while, and probably either directly after that, or first that then the Powers shot, I don’t remember. At that point we were relatively hammered and basically talking smack for entertainment. I remember her telling me not to touch her ass, so I must have given her a smack for some reason. I’m sure it was the logical thing to do at the time though.
Anyway, I took off at some point without really thinking about it, stumbled home & wound up on the bathroom floor somehow. I don’t really remember that part… I never puked or anything, and felt basically OK the next morning- very dehydrated, but not sick amazingly enough.. I don’t metabolize the alcohol very well, and tend to get very sick for days after I drink a lot… That said, I didn’t do shit for the next two days. And I haven’t drank since. Yesterday I was basically ready to drink again; today I could, but instead I decided I’d try to follow through on one of the things I’ve said I would do- write instead of watching pr0n.
Turns out, of course, that since I’m writing with a keyboard, I can very easily do both. The point was to watch less pr0n, but I haven’t got that far with it yet.
Anyway, that was my Memorial Day Weekend.
What’s the point?
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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.