[Got an anonymous confession or rant you just have to share with the world? Submit it to I, Anonymous HERE!—eds]
Man, these days, the day after drinking, I’m so worthless. Not only that, I’m so irritable and agitated at everyone. Everything is dumb. Everything is stupid. I’m uncomfortable physically. My skin itches. Showers are immaculate. The hummingbird is dope. We’re coming close to friends. My body is hot(I wish, it’s a different 6 pack), and sweaty. My mind feels like just brain dead. Reruns. Reruns. Over and over. I mean, like nothing there. Just waiting around to die. TVZ. Just doing what all you other humans are doing with Soaps, Toks, and Blues. I feel horny and rub at least one out. This feeling can last two days.
Then again, sometimes I keep the train rolling and the next morning stop is to the party that keeps rolling on, through work, OR if it’s a day off, then until I pass out.
Is it Miller time?
It’s 5 o’clock somewhere?
Then.
I’m never drinking again.
I’ve never made babies. It ain’t that. Making babies is just sex, that’s all.
I’ve never cheated.
I’ve never gone to Vegas.
What’s the point? Ask yourself.—Anonymous