Eurgh. I do not feel great today. I know that if I drink to much on a night out, I'm going to feel shit the next day. I never learn though. I feel totally weak, I can feel my heart beating in my chest at times. The funny thing is that I'm still eyeing the 6-pack of Budweiser that is in the corner... it's calling to me. I can hear it.
Me; Damn you Beer... damn you to hell.
Beer; But Adam, I taste so good.
Me; I know, you're delicious, but if I drink you I'll feel crappy tomorrow.
Beer; You don't have to drink all of us, just a couple...
Me; We both know that won't happen.
So I go back to writing my blog. Ha. Screw you beer, I win this time.
Beer; Aaaaaadaaam...
Me; Shut up!
Beer; Aaaaadaaaaaaaaaaaam...
Me; Oh, fuck it. *Ksssssk*
Beer; Yeah, that felt good didn't it?
Me; Don't push your luck.
Cigarettes; Aaaaaadaaaaaaaam...
I am going to die a slow, painful death and it will be totally self-inflicted. I hate me.
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ReplyDeleteOh man, lovely dialog with the beer.
I get that feeling in my chest after drinking heavily orrr after drinking any amount of VODKA. It can be one drink. It's happened so bad once that I almost went to the hospital because of it- not good.
Fresh start tomorrow!