Tom, you made me do uncharacteristic things!

Ah, so here I am. I knew this would happen the second Tom said him and his sister have started blogs. I've done this all before with failed results on LiveJournal. (Please don't try to find it, it's really embarrassing). I do this sort of thing I think to pretend like people care what I say and think. They probably don't. No one reads this shite anyway. In the end, it's okay. I really like typing, and I used to type a whole lot of words per minute according to Mario Teaches Typing.

Well I'm home as usual on a Friday night and it makes me sad because I was actually invited out...even if it was only because I have driving capabilities, HA! But, I do have to open in the morning and I do not trust myself to be responsible with those people. Hey, I don't even trust myself with being responsible alone. Prime example, I should have already been a week into my new anti-anxiety/anti-depression medication. The downfall is, I cannot drink on those! To be honest, I was going to start the cycle tonight! Then my roommate came home with a silly surprise for me, a 12 pack of the silly frou frou Seagram's drinks. Well, I can't be rude, especially since my weird sort of family here does not know I'm having these "issues". So, while watching the opening Olympics ceremonies (which always make me cry) I cracked open a bottle of Mixed Berry flavoured drink and had a smidgen of Blackberry Brandy. I'm feeling quite lit right now and not paying a lick of attention anymore to the ceremonies! Almost time to crack open the Peach flavoured Fuzzy Navel bottle, tee hee.

I probably should have titled my blog, "once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic". I've learned this from my main teacher, my mother. Ah shit, those people who say alcoholism is not a disease, fuck off! It is a very rampant (is that the right word?) and ongoing issue that is hard to shake. Unlike other addiction items, such as Coke (the drug not the drink) or heroin, it's extremely easily accessible and EVERYONE does it! It also proves to be loads of fun with the right people. So, damn, here I am trying to fight it but I don't know if it's going to work. Or if I want it to work. No, I DO want it to work! After a night of drinking, I feel like I have killed so many brain cells and have gained 20 pounds of beer gut. I've gained so much body fat that it saddens me. For that reason only is why I need to quit.

Hopefully, I'll keep my drinking issues to a minimum on here. It is hard actually admitting to one's self that they have a drinking problem. Failure is the first word I feel comes to people's minds. We'll see if I come up with anything of interest on here.

Now, I'll to click us some money!