After trying to quit drinking for two whole weeks, I left work last night, bought a 1.75 liter bottle of vodka and premium orange juice, then went home and proceded to get fizzy fuzzy big and buzzy. The longest I've went without a drink in the last couple of weeks is two days. Its somewhat important that I stop because it suppossedly effects the medication I'm taking. However, why should I quit doing something that makes me happy when I'm having to take pills that make me happy? Shouldn't I just end up double happy? Bordline joyous? It makes sense to me. The real problem is that I don't have motivation to put down the bottle. For instance, if Jessica Alba walked in the door and said "I will fall in love with you and be your love slave if you stop drinking" you would be able to see the vodka-fueled bon fire for miles. I would be so sober Mormans would look like a drunkard next to me. But, alas, Ms. Alba will never know the joy of riding my Pepe and I will probably drink myself to death. Thats cool, at least I've got a plan.
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