Left to my own devices, I do funny things. Not exactly funny ha ha, not exactly not. Tonight, I figured I would loosen up a bit, and mix myself a small drink for dinner. Now I may be risking a reputation of drinking fruity drinks, but I have to admit, I really like margarita's. Pretty much one of the only drinks with actual hard alcohol I like. This worked out great, since my ex left plenty of tequila, and fixings behind when she left. Things were going okay, and dinner was finished, so I sat down popped in some TV on DVD, and downed 12 ounces. Normally just enough to give me a buzz. At this point it is important to note two things. One, I've had maybe two or three beer type drinks in the last 4 months or so. My tolerance is not in sync with someone of my mass. Two, I don't usually mix my own drinks, so I made it a bit stout. End result: I got jack shit done tonight, and I got drunk for the first time in years. Good and truly drunk. The bad is, I get to be a sad drunk. Even now, I'm tired, weepy, and so tired of being lonely. Up side would be that I now have a very immediate reminder of why I don't like getting drunk.
I'm at a serious hazard of becoming emo, so I'll leave with some humor.
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