I feel you, i starring at a bottle of wine!![]()
I feel you, i starring at a bottle of wine!![]()
It is your brains way of keeping you sharp. It has learned to reward good decision making with the timely reminder that we don't always get it right and is tripping you up for your own good. I hate getting up on Monday morning whether I am hung over or not![]()
Drink tea I could have 20 mugs a day, SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTT TEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.![]()
The urge may have hit you because the work week is closer. The dread. Watch that drinking alone in the middle of the week stuff as some exceptions become routine
Instead of looking forward to 6 cans settle on one quality tall mixed drink.
I have only recently started a new job, its ten times better than where I was before, it is still work though, whatever way you look at it I would still prefer to be sat at home scratching my bollocks eating a big orrible bacon sarnie whilst watching my man Jezza of the Kyle, but work aint all that bad.
The most annoying thing is that I'm hammering a good bottle of rum that cost me £40
fucking fish fingers, fucking things, I thought 'yeah I know, a fish finger fucking sandwixh will go down pretty well' so's I set everything up and my fish fingers aint cooked, I kick the over and punch the grill and tell it to sort itself out again, nah it still aint working, fucking fish fingers, I gotta go check make sure they are finally dead.
I'm gunna eat the fucking things now weather they make me bad or not fuck em, fucking little fish
they seemed alright, I'm guunna get myself to bed now and listem to Beethovenths 6th to chill myself out a bit
back then it was a bottle of Mount Gay, decent stuff but not the best I've had, and £40 a bottle isn't all that much, jesus a bottle of Kraken will set you back £30
its crazy, Friday night I could have gone out with my mates, Saturday I could have had a pleasent tipple on my own, but no, I decide to get fucking mullered the day before I go back to work.
It makes no sense at all, ah well, what am I to do in a situation like this other than embrace it, who am I to deny my own fucked up calling.
I do the same thing during the week as well, every now and again I just lose the plot and get mullered on a Thursday night as well, there aint no rhyme or reason I just feel the need to fuck up my Friday by getting pleasently hammered at home.
I think a large part of it could be the fact that I dont like people
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