I fought the war...I fought the war, but the war won...
...This isn't some kind of metaphor...
Ever have one of those days where you want to hit the bottle hard? yeah. I was feeling that before 7 this morning. The only thing stopping me was the whole driving to work thing...and then the whole driving the Salvation Army truck all day. yeah. I want your salvation...and that bottle of vodka. no m'am. I'll drink it straight(now I shouldn't joke here. Because for some people this is actually a problem. and to those people I say you should consider getting some help. There are plenty of places and people who are willing to help. I'm sure your friends and family would be more then willing to lend a helping hand).
So the feeling had pretty much stuck with me the whole day. you know...get that itch in your throat, can't wait to get home and get started. Nothing helps those sad/lonely/semi-depressed thoughts like alcohol. So I mean..I've been home for a little while now and am pleased to say that I have not started down that road....but it would appear that what is connecting my hand to the desk is a drink. So...I have actually been drinking. Maybe it was that voice that said: Howd you like to be alone and drowning? and I thought: yeah, that sounds peachy. so here we are. You reading and me drinking.
...it's just one of those days...
The past few days just haven't been the greatest in some respects. Start thinking about things...and then other things jump up on there and the next thing you know...well...things just suck. now...I know drinking won't fix things. and I know drinking won't make me forget. I also know drinking won't make me lose inhabitions or do stupid things(like cheat on my girlfriend who lives oh so far away). All the drinking will do is maybe if I'm lucky, make me drunk. Maybe if I drink too much, throw up(I don't worry about those hang overs because I appear to be immune to them. Which comes in handy since when I drink, I usually drink a lot.).
So why do it then? meh. seemed like a good idea at the time. I'm not in such a bad mood anymore. Things do still stuck..but things will suck regardless of if I drink or not. So my drinking has now slowed and there was not enough consumed to result in bad spelling or drunken e-mails...although those are fun to both write and recieve.
On a more entertaining note: the first person to e-mail me with all the song titles(heck...might as well give me the name of the band as well) that I ripped lines from that are in this blog gets some sort of cool prize. But you have to find all of them. and this contest will expire in a week from today. I think it is now time to shower...Remember boys and girls: Alan is a cowboy killer.
chow
Mak
...This isn't some kind of metaphor...
Ever have one of those days where you want to hit the bottle hard? yeah. I was feeling that before 7 this morning. The only thing stopping me was the whole driving to work thing...and then the whole driving the Salvation Army truck all day. yeah. I want your salvation...and that bottle of vodka. no m'am. I'll drink it straight(now I shouldn't joke here. Because for some people this is actually a problem. and to those people I say you should consider getting some help. There are plenty of places and people who are willing to help. I'm sure your friends and family would be more then willing to lend a helping hand).
So the feeling had pretty much stuck with me the whole day. you know...get that itch in your throat, can't wait to get home and get started. Nothing helps those sad/lonely/semi-depressed thoughts like alcohol. So I mean..I've been home for a little while now and am pleased to say that I have not started down that road....but it would appear that what is connecting my hand to the desk is a drink. So...I have actually been drinking. Maybe it was that voice that said: Howd you like to be alone and drowning? and I thought: yeah, that sounds peachy. so here we are. You reading and me drinking.
...it's just one of those days...
The past few days just haven't been the greatest in some respects. Start thinking about things...and then other things jump up on there and the next thing you know...well...things just suck. now...I know drinking won't fix things. and I know drinking won't make me forget. I also know drinking won't make me lose inhabitions or do stupid things(like cheat on my girlfriend who lives oh so far away). All the drinking will do is maybe if I'm lucky, make me drunk. Maybe if I drink too much, throw up(I don't worry about those hang overs because I appear to be immune to them. Which comes in handy since when I drink, I usually drink a lot.).
So why do it then? meh. seemed like a good idea at the time. I'm not in such a bad mood anymore. Things do still stuck..but things will suck regardless of if I drink or not. So my drinking has now slowed and there was not enough consumed to result in bad spelling or drunken e-mails...although those are fun to both write and recieve.
On a more entertaining note: the first person to e-mail me with all the song titles(heck...might as well give me the name of the band as well) that I ripped lines from that are in this blog gets some sort of cool prize. But you have to find all of them. and this contest will expire in a week from today. I think it is now time to shower...Remember boys and girls: Alan is a cowboy killer.
chow
Mak
mark_oneil:
Sounds like you've been having a rough go of things. I've been keeping busy working 12 hour days... find that keeps my mind off of all things that arn't work related. I'll be rollin through Edmonton on October 1rst if you want to meet up
mark_oneil:
tis where I'm from. Got to drop off a car and then fly out to Van. FUCK!!! I'm gonna miss Rancid?! I saw them at warped about 3 years back. Awesome live, that'll be a good show.