Highway to Helv

My sister just bitch-slapped me across the face drunk. What is tonight?!

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Fuck You I’m In A Bathroom Drunk Off Captain Morgan Black.

Lawn darts.

Or as my uncle calls it “The Game the Government Took Away”.

Neither of my parents are doctors. I don’t want to know how this pen got in their house.

(World’s loudest shudder)

I started to get in a funk after an hour at the casino. Winning transformed into getting my ass kicked by anything my money touched. And I don’t know what it was, but it just set me off into a losing-streak-of-life-in-general kind of sadness.

I’ve lost a lot lately. Temporarily lost my health and regaining it and my fitness have been a struggle. Lost my focus at work to the point that I dread being there. Lost my relationship with one of my best friends to circumstance, to awkward tension, and then to actual distance.

What I really need right now is a sign that I’m doing something, anything, right. Something to string me along and let me know that down the road things will pan out. Right now the monotony of losing is just suck with a capital Suck.

Gonna drink a beer and then fall asleep and hopefully not wake up to these thoughts fermented into a bad morning mood…

Having a gambling addict for a friend is fun sometimes. Text him in the morning about wanting to hit the casino and that night you’re headed up north to play slots.

Hopefully the odds are in my favor tonight.

Current status:

This is the MJ Special. A tortilla wrapped around meatballs, chicken, pepperoni, and marinara sauce. OMG.

Among the best drunk food ever consumed.

I’m at a karaoke bar FYI. Oh no, oh no.

belatedbrent replied to your post: Workaholics Season 2

On Netflix??

No, from my cable provider. Sorry dude.