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| wow, a whole month and then some. i guess i just havent been getting
the urge to spill. that or i have nothing to spill. i'm empty :(
everything's going pretty good. the roomies and the neighbors are doin
fine for the most part. stoney and lia are having problems, which seems
to be the usual thing lately. its pretty awkward for me cuz i'm good
friends with stoney and i'm lia's roommate. i almost feel two-faced at
times. on the other hand, mark and steph seem to be getting along
great, which makes me happy. then there's will, who likes sarah a lot,
but seems to be hitting the same brick wall that kevin did. i kinda
feel bad there too, cuz i might have mislead him about his
possibilities. i really don't like getting involved in other people's
relationships but its kinda hard not to around here.
so school is not goin so great. i wont bore everyone with the details,
cuz its the same ol' same ol' and if you know me you know how it goes.
but i truly believe its not a result of my week-long drunken stupors. i
mean, c'mon, i was doing this before i became an alcoholic. needless to
say, i might actually have to get a job next semester. i know....corey
working. its still so foreign.
well, i'm going to eat a chimichanga and its going to be orgasmic. i can feel it.
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| i'm done fasting now, and although i got through the 48 hours, we're
gonna wait another month to fast again. oh sure, i was hungry the first
day, but that was psychological. about 3:00 wednesday afternoon i
started having a headache and a little after that started feeling
lightheaded. all ralph and i could do was sit on the couch waiting for
midnight. but oh what a feast we had. crab cakes, lobster with rice
pilaf, and a pound of beer battered shrimp. thats the only reason we're
gonna fast again. so we can eat like kings for an hour, drink a beer,
and pass the fuck out hard.
mark has stolen my wife from me.... he has made a cuckold of me ::points to invisible horns::
last night we had more of the 32 ouncers and then nine of us decided to
go to waffle house. stoney had "nuclear waste": scattered all the way
with a whole ounce of tobasco sauce. mine was quite radioactive, but i
had to eat it slow so every once in a while i could regain feeling in
my tongue.
we're having a kegger tomorrow night which is always fun. i'm definitely looking forward to it.
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| Well, well, well, its been too long.
Not much happening, at least nothing out of the ordinary. Steph's
birthday was last sunday and of course, we had a great time. We got the
"rolls royces of liquor" as Stoney said. Crown, Goose, and Bombay
Sapphire gin. Now, you might be thinking, "gin? really Corey, i
expected something less....old people-ish." Well, lemmetellya I went
tailgating with Stoney before the game on Saturday, even though we
didnt have tickets. They had the gin there and, always experimenting
with new forms of inebriation, I mixed two shots with a solo of coke.
And it tasted like coke. This is an alcoholic's holy grail, my friends.
A couple cups of that plus a moonshine cherry (an actual cherry soaked
in moonshine, which is somewhere around 99.999999999999% pure alcohol)
and I passed out before the game was over. Luckily I was in my
apartment at that point. Unfortunately, that meant I didnt go post-game.
So yah, gin. Good stuff. 94 proof too.
Saturday night was crazy cuz of Steph's birthday. I was actually one of
the few semi-sober ones. I swear, Kevin and I can never get fucked up
together. The party downstairs was really cool and massive, until the
cops pulled up. We gave it about twenty minutes, and went back. I still
had my Jack bottle filled with gin and coke.
In other news, I am currently fasting for 48 hours. Here's how it came about:
Ralph: "Corey, lets fast."
Corey: "Ok."
Completely out of the blue. And I signed on to it. We were supposed to
start at midnight last night, but I didnt get to Gus' until 12, so me
and Ralph moved it back to 12:30. Stoney, meanwhile, will be stuffing
his face at midnight on tomorrow while we sit and watch.
Other, less interesting stuff has happened since I last updated, but
because this is already long enough, and moreover, I'm tired of typing, I'll just hit submit.
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| well, it was a crazy weekend. crazier than most, even.
yes, i did drink on tuesday....and thursday, friday, saturday, and sunday.
thursday was supposed to be club night. i took five shots of jager
before we left, and i was definitely buzzing pretty good, if not flat
out drunk. but then a few of us got bounced. steph was wearing tennis
shoes with jeans and some of the guys' pants were too baggy. what a
joke. thats on top of the rule about tucking shirts in. tonic is fucked
up man.
so we got back and decided not to try again. there was a liter of jager
and another of black label SoCo with my name on it. sarah said i took a
shot with her and said, "we're not going to remember this tomorrow."
man, was i ever right. i dont remember much after we got back. one of
only three times that i've completely blacked out and passed out with
my shoes on. good times though....i guess.
friday was party night. not too much happened though. kind of a bust.
saturday was the night of the kegger. we had three apartments on the
top floor with kegs, and one cup got beer from all of them. and then
some gay guys showed up and one thing led to another. i really feel bad
that i was so fucked up i was completely inconsiderate of the other
(straight) people in the apartment.
sunday troy (thats his name, btw) came over with some liquor (i had
already had enough beer from the leftover keg). then, he passed out in
my bed. bummer. then he almost got his car towed, so i had to move his
car, while i was still drunk. i was really drunk too. too drunk to know
what car i was looking for. i just went around to random cars trying to
fit his key in the door.
monday i just hung out with troy then with all the neighbors. then i
spent a few hours trying to finish a polisci paper which i didnt
realize wasnt due till thursday. i felt stupid. whats new?
so if you look back, over the past 12 nights, i've been sober for 3 of
them. i would be proud, but thats really been the gist of the past four
weeks. maybe i'll cut back....but if there's stuff to drink, and
someone to drink it with, i cant resist. i guess i should stop getting
stupid drunk. i've done that enough over the past year.
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| quick opinion question for ya. is getting drunk on tuesday count
towards alcoholism. i dont think so, but some may. i drank what we're
calling "man cans." i'm sure brandon will have fun with that nickname.
but they're huge ass cans of beer. and i dont think the homemade sushi
i had beforehand helped my body absorb it more slowly at all.
tonight conisisted of making nasty brownies, which we made extra fluffy
and cake-like for ralph. mario called them "cafeteria brownies." nuff
said.
lots of pillow fighting tonight. it never seemed to end. and we busted
one of lia's. plus, "yarny" "mikey" and "cap'n" are getting more ragged
every day.
its sad when i'm blogging on the health of our pillows.
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