Note To Self

Drinking on an empty stomach until you can’t walk and barfing into a Halloween basket in your friend’s car really isn’t the best way to deal with your issues.

I named the puke bucket “Ghosty”.  And the car door “Fred”.  I figured we should be on a first-name basis since I was going to be using them to hold me up and house the bottle of water, rum, and wine I’d been drinking all night.

At least I had enough wits about me to apologize profusely for being a drunken moron and I didn’t get puke on the car’s leather seats.

I need to get a fucking grip. And find a new therapist. This is NOT a healthy way to deal with things.

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3 Responses to “Note To Self”

  1. Rikki Says:
    November 20th, 2009 at 12:59 pm

    Oh that does not sound like fun. I hope you start feeling better. Good luck finding a new therapist, I agree that isn’t the way to deal with issues.

  2. Nobody Says:
    November 20th, 2009 at 4:38 pm

    ouch. find a new therapist, and get better soon!!! (interesting coincidence… my catpcha code is SSAD)

  3. Mia Says:
    November 20th, 2009 at 4:41 pm

    I think the last line sums it up well. As much fun as drinking and partying can be, it can get to the puking stage rather quickly. I’ve also found that it fucks with my relationship. The majority of our fights have been drinking induced. Its fun to do once in a while, in moderation, but that’s it…