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For the first time in my life I may be drunk. It's hard to tell. I know I can't spell worth crap and thinking clearly is actually very difficult at the moment, but I had a for shit day and I wasn't planning to drive anywhere so I thought "What the hell, let's see what all those people are always talking about when they drink."
I don't get the attraction. It sucks donkey butt through a straw.
Keep in mind that I've only had two hard lemonades and I'm a big girl, but I just realized the microwavable chicken I put in the microwave for lunch is still in the microwave and that was... eleven hours ago. So I haven't eaten today. Also, I can't hold my alcohol, gimme a bannanaberry whatsit from Applebees and I'm usually giggling (although not declaring loudly for the whole world to hear how I'm NOT DRUNK and then pushing people into traffic like![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
perkygothess has been known to do). So, I would say I'm tipsy, but I don't know that I would say drunk, having never been that way before and therefore having no basis for comparison. I could just be having a reaction to the alcohol breaking down into sugars and messing with my glucose level. Again, liquid donkey butt.
Right, so chicken in the garbage and I'm eating sugar-free pudding.
Why, do you ask, did I have a bad day? Or not ask, I'm telling you anyway. I'm depressed. My husband is still at least three months away from coming home IF everyone plays nice over there in Iraq and does their election things politely and in a friendly manner and whatnot. My realtor has decided that not only are they not going to do anything about the fact that my house reeks of kitty pee from the previous tenant, I'm not allowed to have the carpet replaced at my own expense either which means even if I had any friends in this godforsaken pit of red dirt and evil I couldn't invite them over to my house because who really wants to spend time in a place that smells of cat piss? My dog is sick and I spent forty minutes trying to clean him and the bathroom up and I don't know what's wrong with him and he can't tell me cause he's a dog, duh. And I'm falling into an all too familiar pit of depression that I'm very frightened I'm not going to be able to crawl out of on my own. And it's really hard to look for typos when you're crying.
I don't like drinking to get drunk, I think... I know, it's not something I ever, ever want to do again. So there you have it, scientific experiment completed - results are in.
I don't get the attraction. It sucks donkey butt through a straw.
Keep in mind that I've only had two hard lemonades and I'm a big girl, but I just realized the microwavable chicken I put in the microwave for lunch is still in the microwave and that was... eleven hours ago. So I haven't eaten today. Also, I can't hold my alcohol, gimme a bannanaberry whatsit from Applebees and I'm usually giggling (although not declaring loudly for the whole world to hear how I'm NOT DRUNK and then pushing people into traffic like
perkygothess has been known to do). So, I would say I'm tipsy, but I don't know that I would say drunk, having never been that way before and therefore having no basis for comparison. I could just be having a reaction to the alcohol breaking down into sugars and messing with my glucose level. Again, liquid donkey butt.Right, so chicken in the garbage and I'm eating sugar-free pudding.
Why, do you ask, did I have a bad day? Or not ask, I'm telling you anyway. I'm depressed. My husband is still at least three months away from coming home IF everyone plays nice over there in Iraq and does their election things politely and in a friendly manner and whatnot. My realtor has decided that not only are they not going to do anything about the fact that my house reeks of kitty pee from the previous tenant, I'm not allowed to have the carpet replaced at my own expense either which means even if I had any friends in this godforsaken pit of red dirt and evil I couldn't invite them over to my house because who really wants to spend time in a place that smells of cat piss? My dog is sick and I spent forty minutes trying to clean him and the bathroom up and I don't know what's wrong with him and he can't tell me cause he's a dog, duh. And I'm falling into an all too familiar pit of depression that I'm very frightened I'm not going to be able to crawl out of on my own. And it's really hard to look for typos when you're crying.
I don't like drinking to get drunk, I think... I know, it's not something I ever, ever want to do again. So there you have it, scientific experiment completed - results are in.
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