so last night was pretty shitty. well, mostly. i went to a party with friends from my old job, haven't really seen these people in months. i've become quite used to being social with people my age and older, that being people from 20 up to mid or late 30's. however, at the party i went to last night, only a small group of us were over 21. and i mean, a small group. i think three people including myself. one of my 21 yo friends noticed this first and pointed out how screwed we would be if cops came in, and saw all these underage kids drinking. some of these people weren't even 18 yet. and naturally, they all acted like they were kids. so i was certainly not enjoying myself. soooo, i did what i do best. i got fucking smashed. now, i'm a small guy and it doesn't take much to get me drunk. i took a couple shots of vodka, then i took three shots in a row, took another shot, took two in a row, and kept taking more every five to ten minutes. i know i had ten, maybe more. an amusing note, i get really "gay" when i'm drunk. imagine Depp in Pirates of the C. that's how i walk, and talk, and gesture. also keep in mind, a lot of people at this party are apparently bothered by gay people, which made my extremely gay stumbling all the more fun, watching them give me weird looks. i think at one point, i proudly proclaimed how gay i would be if i could ever find a decent guy, and that this crowd just proves how there really are no decent guys to fuck.
as always, my wonderful enjoyment of stumbling around being a social butterfly came crashing to an end when i began what would be four hours of puking and falling down. and there was also the emotional breakdown. i have this wonderful habit of bottling up all my emotions, and then when i get drunk they all come flowing out. so i'm sitting on the steps outside with a stream of tears, snot, and vomit flowing from my face. people came to console me, tell me it's okay, that no one cares if i'm fucking sobbing on the steps, giving me water to drink. my friend Smeeta said "if you still had hair, i'd hold it back for you, sweetie." as i sat their projecting vomit. it would seem, i apparently pissed off the neighbors. fucking wanks. and it seems at some point they told my party host that if they didn't get me to the back of the apartment, they would call the cops. that's cool, yeh, hate on the emotionally fragile vomit boy. my friends tried to move me. i begged them to put me down because i honestly felt like absolute ass and moving at all just fucking hurt. finally they dragged me out back and promptly left me. i sat outside for two hours in the rain and cold, half asleep and periodically leaning over to vomit a little more. i finally got too cold and went inside and fell asleep on the floor.
you would think i would have learned by now, drinking too much starts out fun and just goes to the shitter really fucking fast.
oh, and i looked extremely fucking cute last night. i had on my ass kicking pants (don't ask), a cute girl's white button down shirt, my blue tie (from the photo series), a cute plaid hat and big silver glasses. the girls loved me.
as always, my wonderful enjoyment of stumbling around being a social butterfly came crashing to an end when i began what would be four hours of puking and falling down. and there was also the emotional breakdown. i have this wonderful habit of bottling up all my emotions, and then when i get drunk they all come flowing out. so i'm sitting on the steps outside with a stream of tears, snot, and vomit flowing from my face. people came to console me, tell me it's okay, that no one cares if i'm fucking sobbing on the steps, giving me water to drink. my friend Smeeta said "if you still had hair, i'd hold it back for you, sweetie." as i sat their projecting vomit. it would seem, i apparently pissed off the neighbors. fucking wanks. and it seems at some point they told my party host that if they didn't get me to the back of the apartment, they would call the cops. that's cool, yeh, hate on the emotionally fragile vomit boy. my friends tried to move me. i begged them to put me down because i honestly felt like absolute ass and moving at all just fucking hurt. finally they dragged me out back and promptly left me. i sat outside for two hours in the rain and cold, half asleep and periodically leaning over to vomit a little more. i finally got too cold and went inside and fell asleep on the floor.
you would think i would have learned by now, drinking too much starts out fun and just goes to the shitter really fucking fast.
oh, and i looked extremely fucking cute last night. i had on my ass kicking pants (don't ask), a cute girl's white button down shirt, my blue tie (from the photo series), a cute plaid hat and big silver glasses. the girls loved me.
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