Lager led to...
JD, vodka, sambucca and fuck knows what else.
I puked blood.
I went to a lock in till 4.30.
Not sure how much I spent.
I loved it.
Now I feel bad.
Work in a few hours.
Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaavvly.
I puked blood.
I went to a lock in till 4.30.
Not sure how much I spent.
I loved it.
Now I feel bad.
Work in a few hours.
Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaavvly.
posted by Phil Thomas at 2/05/2006 01:18:00 pm
5 Comments:
I was glad when I read that you were considering quitting drinking, then I was saddened when I saw you went back to it.
I know it's hard. Real hard.
But it's the enemy. It's you against it. It will win if you let it, and when it does it will completely destroy your life, in all ways.
Please, reconsider quitting again.
It's okay that you "fell off the wagon" - now you know exactly what the battle is you face, and you know realistically how hard it is so you can brace yourself for it.
The urge does fade.
Sounds like a blinding night out, very similar to my own, without the blood puking..
Umm... can I get a name to the anonymous comment before I even consider pleasing them?
Repent you Imbiber, for Jaysus is looking down on you from on high praying for your immortal soul. Do not prostrate yourself before the altar of the 'Pig and Whistle', but bow down before the majesty of the lord... "Can I get an amen".
Or go out and get fucked out your face again, oh choices, choices.
Repent you inbiber of intoxicating liquers. For the lord is looking down on you from on high and will smite you with fire and brimstone and small gerbils.
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