Two posts nearly back to back. Jesus, I'm turning into Ballsack here. It's my birthday. I'm not nearly tipsy enough. AND, I need an attractive person to come and do my dishes. Male, female, it does not matter.
Why would you let Emo dude near the sink? He's just gonna grab the nearest knife and start cutting himself.
I'm out of scotch, and on to rum. To me, scotch is delicious, gin is yummy, vodka is acceptable, and beer and wine are just dandy. But rum is nasty!
Of course you don't understand. YOU UNDERSTAND NOTHING ABOUT MY MISERY!!! You see, listening to Deathcab For Cutie and dark guyliner are only the first layer to the onion that is my crippling middle-class depression. Now put me on a mule, point it towards the skinny jeans and slap it on the ass.
You guys, don't judge him. At least not until you read his blog: <a class="postlink" href="http://genesgreatgems.blogspot.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://genesgreatgems.blogspot.com/</a>
I have roughly a 4 weeks before I move in with my brother and start up school again. I'm pretty dam stoked. I've spent the better part of 2 years on my parents couch doing some serious soul searching and learning how to cope with boredom. Before I graduated college, I had a hard time sitting around all day, now I am fully able to sit around doing nothing for days on end. Ahhh the joys of unemployment. Come this fall, I should have more substantial and tangible problems such as what class is pissing me off, my g/f is annoying me and such... I'm looking forward to those problems in a way. While I know they'll suck and piss me off they'll be much healthier worries than I've been unemployed 20 months and have no hope.
Most days I go home from work wanting to drink and/or having thoughts of self-harm. 1.5 litres of beer and a thoroughly exhausted girlfriend and it's 1:30 in the morning and I can't get my mind off it. It's not even work. It's just an internship. And I lucked out and got a preceptor whose idea of "teaching" is to just tell me everything I'm doing wrong and nothing else. Going home on time and not miserable is a rare and small victory. And it never lasts very long.
NSFW NSFW NSFW Coors Light blows. There's no excuse for drinking it. It's better being sober. Yeah, I said it.
So I'm learning the subway, in what I deem to be the absolute hardest way. I'm not going to go into specifics, just know that being drunk and confusing which way is which does not bode well for one's feet.
Sipping on my 3rd all grain home brew for the night, noice. Got a client and his wife coming around for dinner tonight, I'm cooking so better be careful.