My shower rums went down great, turned out I had a four pack of rums in a half an hour including two during a ten minute walk to my local. Just got home after closing, no one else to drink with and have to get up in a few hours to get on the plane for my course. Most likely no more internet for a few weeks.
This is probably on my bucket list. I've had to block multiple people from my news feed because of how god damn annoying they were. This one girl I knew would constantly, constantly take vanity shots of herself and show off her boobs for compliments. This other one I know would constantly talk about how much she loved her sorority sisters. I can't tell you how satisfying it would be to destroy that bitch's falsely earned self-esteem. In related news, what's up with girls constantly telling each other how hot and beautiful their facebook photos are? I mean, can there be a more blatant call to have someone else compliment them?
I went to the bar last night. As I left I went over to the jukebox and put on the three longest songs I could find: In a gada da davida, Alice's Restaurant, and American Pie. I am classy.
Worst hangover ever came from mixing cheap champagne 50/50 with Bacardi rum. It tasted so good I finished the entire bottle (of champagne) this way. Not that I remember doing so, but witnesses told me I did. That is followed fairly closely by the time I downed a 12-pack of Budweiser with little food beforehand. I can easily down a dozen Shiners, or a 12-pack of Dos Equis, or a rack of guiness, or anything heavy or heavier than bud. Now, I can't even smell Budweiser (or Bud light, or it's amazing cousin Bud Select) without thinking hangovers. My go-to macro is now Miller High Life. Sure, it was originally brewed to get chicks into beer, but I've never had a problem with it and it has enough calories in it to make up for the feminine origins. Wine is a given. Especially if you mix wine with vodka in what it called a "brutal hammer"... just don't, trust me. It got its name from the morning after, not the taste. I am not good with limits, especially when it comes to alcohol, but I always, always stop at two glasses of champagne or a bottle of wine. Sometimes, it really just isn't worth it.
It's come to the point where I'd just much rather get falldown drunk and make fun of people than attempt to pursue women. I think what really set this trend in motion was the first chick I asked on a date since me ex bailed stood me up. Did I mention that she was FUCKING DEAF. Thats right TiB, your ol' pal bourbondown is soooo smooth with the ladies that even chicks that CANT HEAR ME SAY DUMB SHIT UNLESS I SCREAM IT AT THEM, are not wooed by me. I literally was able to fuck up a scenario that had unlimited second chances. For instance last night a girl I met at a party kept texting me cute little things and eventually texted "come downstairs." Don't worry though, I didn't get laid because her friend promptly came downstairs to "look for her phone." Any rational man would have attempted to just play around this mishap. Not I, because I like to drink too much. Instead of just asking the girl to hang out some other time or recruiting a wingman I opted to go with the "Call her friend captain cockblock in front of everyone" approach. After assuring that nobody I had met at the party would ever want to me again, I returned to home to take a nap in my kitchen because a long day of burning bridges will leave a man tired.
Same, as the fall-down stage of the drunkness seems to come faster with the drinking pace. Small colleges (2500-3000) suck.
Fact of the year: Everyone remember that girl who played the pink power ranger? Get this: her fiance's name is Oliver Giner.
Well, one of the first Saturday's in awhile I've woken up without a hangover. Instead I've woken up with all kinds of congestion and a sore throat. Last time I decide to head home early on a Friday night.
Despite my less-than-average use of Facebook, this gets on my nerves as well. Every time you click on a picture with a girl in it, you'll see at least five of her tee-hee friends saying "Lookin' spicy today, momma!" or "Wow! Gym much?" or "Let's fake-lez kiss on the dancefloor if guys aren't paying attention to us again!", etc. It's so phoney. These same females say things behind each other's backs that are so vile that if the target heard them they would never, ever stop crying. Why not just be honest about what the Facebook photo looks like: "You're riding that pole on the dancefloor like a whore, and that dress you're wearing requires TWO hairstyles to go with it. I hope the guy with the gold chains grinding you pulled out."
I'm surprised you're surprised. With all this talk about how celebrity-obsessed kids are, it makes sense that they'd imitate the lifestyle as best they can, including, but not limited to posting stylized pictures of themselves in exchange for feedback. They have an app now where you can ask a person anonymous questions about themselves, like they're being interviewed. It took no time at all for it to devolve into the false, gregarious, diplomatic bullshit you see in People or US Weekly. "You're so beautiful. How are you so beautiful?" "THANK YOUUUUUU. I'm sure you're beautiful, too. We're all beautiful and nice and beautiful." As if there are impressionable young people reading their Facebook profile who might suffer if they aren't assured of their own worth. Holiday talked about it. The really creepy thing is that it couldn't be more than the same nine or ten people participating in these exchanges. When you put it down on paper, it sounds pretty fucking nuts, doesn't it? It's gone beyond propping each other up with esteem-building, life-affirming "You're so HAWT" idiocy. It's a great, big public game of make-believe, and the line between fantasy and reality gets blurrier every fucking day.
Haha my shower rum last night turned into four rums in half an hour including two in just the 800m walk to the pub. Its too fucking hot here can't wait for the taxi to get me so I can get out oif here for a wek.
Best Answer: "Both of my parents are good-looking and they fucked. Now may I please burn off your face with a flaming campfire log?" sometimes you want to kick the world in its collective nut sack with a frozen boot.
Is that a broken door or a broken staircase? I can't tell. On the more cerebral topic of the annoying women on our facebook lists, the Ryan Holiday link was pretty good and insightful, but I'm not sure it quite captures the essence of the "Oh my god you're so beautiful" "No YOU'RE beautiful" phenomena. The point of the "invisible audience" is that there is no audience; with the facebook compliment fishing, the point is that there has to be an audience. Well, it's not so much an audience, but a gaggle of people complimenting each other in the hope that the compliment is returned. The least they could do is live out the metaphor of circular masturbation, take pictures, and tell each other how hot they look then. "Oh my god, girl! You have such nice nipples!" "No, shut up, my pussy is ugly. Yours is so nice, though." Mmmm.