Before I shower.
So I decided to do something different tonight and write something before I go out, before I loos my mind, you know so the thing your reading here might look like a proper peace of writing.
It’s almost 9:30 and as of lately that means it’s mother fucking go time. I will be heading to my bar, the one where everyone knows me by name, Kinda like cheers. Unfortunately my pack of lady friends, whom won’t sleep with me, are all out of town and such. Well one is still in town, but it takes more than one to hold me down.
Never the less this is the part of the night where I usually try rounding up some women for my self. Seeing how most of the ones I call upon to make me feel like I am not a complete looser are gone, I have been going trough my phone trying to find some other prospects I have on deck. The laundry list is a decent size but I know that calling any of them would land me in the same position that I have been running around in for the last two years or so. It’s a little pointless.
No doubt I will probably end up talking to some poor girl tonight who will have to deal with my garbage longer than both her and I would like. That’s the problem tough, I am starting to get the feeling that it’s getting kind of pointless here. Conniving my way in to these Women’s lives just to put their name on my list of women who love me but are not romantically involved with, a list that is running out of room.
I’m starting to feel like these girls I am attempting to pick up see me as a way to get to one of my friends, or a situation where they will find them selfs hiding in a closet somewhere with someone that is the farthest from me as I they can find. I have some evidince to conclude this fact.
Or Maybe I am making my self a little to available or something, but that’s what I am, I’m available ladies, my hand can be up your skirt if you want it.
The prospects are running thin and I am getting bored with this whole scene of things. There is something that keeps me going tough. Even when it fails miserably and I find my self once again alone in my bed, or on a couch in my friends garage, I still feel the need to patronize the female race for the shit that they do to me, it makes me feel alive.
SO! it’s time for me to clean off all this sweat that I have accumulated watching TV and throw some whisky down my face and hope for the best. If nothing else I don’t have anything to loose …. Exempt for my glasses.
black eyed
So, I have a blake eye now. It’s a little exiting. I have never had a black eye before. I feel like I should have, in the past, purple would have stained my face. It’s getting worse. I have a final in two days and my mother is coming home in three days.
I am telling people my friend BGW hit me in the eye when we were playing basketball. The real story is that I called him a bitch for 45 second straight so he decked me. The story is a little fuzzy for both of us. He’s still my besty.
It’s sunday by the way. I don’t usually drink on sunday’s this is my night off. I have an appointment with a woman tomorrow. We’ll be studying math.
Climbing trees
What a wild couple of days it has been. I don’t even know where to start. I guess we can start with he fact that I have been climbing a tree a lot lately. Not “trees”, i’m talking one tree, in my friends yard, called the ficus. We made it a foursquare location so now people are dying to climb the thing for the extra points. That and smoke pot up there. Every time I go up there I am so surprised how it can hold so many people. I think we had six people up there at once, I thought we where all going to die. I’m talking like 6 grown ass men up there. This tree is not all that big either.
On saturday I went to Melbourne for a friends birthday celebration. It went fairly well but had a few hiccups. Birthday boy was going trough some drama with his …. well say lady friend. Somehow out of nowhere they ended up sleeping together (like in the same room I dano if they boinked or whatever). Also this said room was the room I was sleeping in, so I ended up sleeping in the bathtub with a airplane blanket over my head.
It was a good time though, went to a lot of bars and stayed up real late. I mean this is essentially what happens every saturday night, just in another town, wich made it so much better.
For some reason the whole night I was trying to pick up women, and doing a really bad job at it. I mean girls where literally walking away from me, no joke. I was kinda hammered so I could care less. Despite all the girls that where walking away from me tough the two girls back home that I am interested in, where wondering where I was. So I’ll say that all the girls that walked away from me where canceled out because I had some wondering where the hell I was. Right? we can say that …. lets say that.
Monday was an alright day. I felt crapy still from the trip, I hate the monday hangover. I hate it! It happens a lot when I drink friday and saturday but not on sunday. I still feel like shit two days after I drink and I can’t seem to figure out why. I guess I am still just out of it. I think that I just drained all the decent chemicals out of my body and am left with just crap.
Regardless I still managed to go out for a few beers on monday and climb the ficus. It was fantastic.
FUCK BUBBLE GUM VODKA!!!
You see this right here, you see this vodka here, it tasets like bubble gum ya’ll, and it will eat your soul. The other night, after the bar, we where enjoying some drinks a one of my friends house. Eventually we ran out of beer. I should have stopped drinking right then and there.
Well that did not happen. Siad friend’s girlfriend had a bottle this bottle of vodka hanging around. Being 7+ beers in I could drink straght lighter fluid so vodka seemed like fantastic idea, and bubblegum, well that sounds like candy!
Little did I know that the next day I would feel so incredibly horrible that I was not able to get out of bed until 6:00 at night. It was crazy, I still don’t even understand it at all. It’s not like I don’t get hang overs or anything but this was so bad, so painfull and insane that I never even want to go anywhere near any flavored vodka for the rest of my life.
The ironic thing here is that I don’t even like vodka, the fact is I hate the stuff. When you run out of beer tough things get desperate.
So flavored vodkas are going on my “I don’t fucking drink that poison” list, right next to Bacardi Silver.
Summer has started, life just got a little more interesting.
Summer has started and I slowly feel my mind turning into goo. In typical fashion, I lost my job, a bitter sweet fact of life. Now that I am unemployed for the first time in 9 months I have time to get back into all my projects that I have been neglecting to maintain or really start, such as the crazy pills blog here. Now more than ever, I feel the need to have an anonymous space to conway my toughs.
The last two weeks have been interesting if nothing else. A few of my friends who go to college out of town have come back for summer - we’ll call them C-Man and DD. Ever since they have come into town I have been staying up till at least 3:00 Am almost every night. I have found when you up that late your going to be up to no good.
Since I have been getting piss drunk almost every night of the week, weather I want to or not, things are turning sour in my life as a single man. There are these women whom, unknowingly (and sometimes knowingly) like to drive me completely retarded, simply with their presence, or lack there of. It’s essentially a dead end for me here folks. A frustrating stumbling walk that is going to eventually end where it started.
Several prospects have presented them selfs yet none have gone anywhere. One girl that DD knows from an astronomy class she took a while back is a fairly interesting woman. She goes to Parsons for fashion, lives in manhattan, has red hair, likes to drink, smoke dope and has an innocence that I see right trough. If you knew me, you would know this is undeniably my type. One thing I am not to thrilled about is that she just turned 20, which is younger than I would like. Nice thing is she has a fake ID which really makes things a lot better. I can’t be hanging around a girl who can’t get into bars, seeing as how that is where most of my social time is spent.
Never the less I have managed to somehow embarrass my self almost every time I hang out with this girl. I blame it all on the bottle. There are a few things that will happen. More likely than not, I have a few drinks and can’t even look at this girl because I just don’t want to deal with any of it. Another fun situation that I have found my self in is that I once again have more than a few drinks, talk to this girl, make no sense and the next day can’t even remember what the fuck I said to her. Occasionally I have a actual coherent conversation with her, if I can catch some time before we start drinking heavily. Something that is not easy because I see her at a friends house we go to after the bars close.
This situation is one that I have seen many time in the past. It’s the reason why I don’t like picking girls up at parties, it never works, and when it does it’s a mess. If I could actually get this girl (or any girl I know from only seeing at parties) to experience a sober activity or two with me, I might be able to get my self back into the game. Not that I have not attempted to do this. I have asked plenty of women out that I have met at parties or while drinking. You know what I have come found out:
DRUNK GIRLS ARE SOME FLAKEY ASS BITCHES!
If I ask you to go to lunch or dinner or whatever. Can you at least try to keep an appointment, or do me a favor LIE TO ME. Tell me you can’t because you have to pick up your dog or something. Give me some sign that I don’t stand a fucking chance with you so I can stop wasting my time. Don’t be all like YEAH! sounds awesome! Then when I call you, you don’t pick up the phone or make up a lame excuse, I already moved my life around and now I have to find something else to fill this time with. Most likely I am going to go to the bar, have a few drinks, hit on some more drunk women, and never call you again. Essentially exactly what I was trying to avoid.
For right now this is how things are going. Stay tuned.
My love of gin.
After years of going trough phases of booze I am currently in love with what I have come to the conclusion as the quite possibly best kind of liquor, Gin, In all it’s forms, cheap, expensive, mixed and straight.
For a while I was on this huge whiskey kick. For a good 2 years I drank almost exclusively whiskey. It got to the point where I could drink just about any kind of whiskey cheap or expensive, straight, no problems, no bull shit. That was the problem tough. I would take like 5 shots of whiskey in like 5 minuets and continue to drink so about 15 minuets later all the whiskey would hit me at once and then I was ready to kill someone, and kept drinking whiskey adding to the hell
So after a few “isolated incidents” I decided it was time for a change. I was getting older, wiser, and more refined. Not that I was about to stop drinking whiskey or anything, but there needed to be something new that would take over my drinking preference.
This was not easy tough, I thought I was going to be Whiskey for life, I was committed. So what was it going to be? I drank to much Vodka in high school it reminded me of being young and naive. Also I did not like to drink cheap Vodka, it’s bad. I am not a huge fan of Tequila and was not interested in becoming one. Rum is way to sweet for me and also has the same drawbacks as whiskey.
That left me with gin. After I thought about it for a while I realized that it was a wise decision. I already had been acquainted with gin in it’s from of the gin and tonic, and I liked it, I like it a lot! Then I came to find out all the other wonderful ways of drinking gin, Martinis, with juice, a shot with a lime, mixed with ginger ale, and just straight out the bottle chased with a cigarette.
The other thing I liked about gin was the second it went down your throat you knew about it. You knew that you where not sober anymore, you knew that you could keep track of what your drinking because there is no delay. You can taste the alcohol in your mouth like rocket fuel for the next 2 minuets and it was fantastic.
I think the thing that got me to switch the most was that, like whiskey, cheap gin is not that bad! I mean good gin is damn good, but cheap gin is still well worth drinking. I could get a handle of gin for about $20.00. That’s what I wanted, Right in my price range.
Soon my friends caught on to the wonder that is gin and now have like me become fans. How long our love affair will last, this I do not know, I think it is going to be a while tough.
So if you have not already, hit the gin bottle - hard - next time your drinking, I mean James bond loves gin, that should be reason enough. You won’t regret it.
