But Inevitably You'll Be Back Again

I really hate meeting new people (who are sober) when I'm drunk because 92.895% of the time I will not remember this person when I AM sober. So then when I run into them on a less than crowded street, I come off as a jack-ass for not remembering their:

A) Face
B) Name
C) What We Talked About
D) Who We Know In Common
E) Where We Met The First Time

Being social can be such a chore.

I Turn My Camera On

I am thinking about dedicating my blogging efforts into an online journal of my steady progression to alcoholism.

At least now it will have a theme.

You Were Meant For Me

Let's recap last night:
After 4 Pacifico Clara's, A Negra Modelo, A shot of patrón, A Flying Dog Belgian Style Whit Beer, A glass of white wine, three absolut and tonics and half a pitcher of guava margarita I am ready for another night of drinking.

I hope Dr. Drew isn't reading this.

Your Voice Will Still Resonate

That Morgan Freeman is such a gentleman. I wonder if this car accident was alcohol induced due to his marriage? Oh and since I'm on the subject of alcohol. I found an open bottle of Three Olives Vodka in the back of my water heater. I'm no scientist but I'm pretty sure vodka bottles don't have legs of their own. Very disgusting. This is not mine and it wasn't here when I moved in. So someone from Tower Dev must have been drinking in my apartment and hid that bottle behind my water heater in the hopes of having a future vodka party in my absence.

Thanks a lot.

Give A Little Love

Pure magic thanks to hatebook.com

I'm Not Going To Write You A Love Song

But I might steal one.

After last night, I have come to the conclusion that, when I'm under the influence, I turn into a klepto.

How To Shot Gun A Beer

Total amateur status:




These Howcasts are my old favorite things on the internets.

things that i have retired to the internet graveyard
lolcats
and
the big ugly website

Let Me Call My Sponsor.

I think I may have built an extremely high tolerance for vodka, or fallen off the wagon.