Overindulgent



The Dilemma’s of Cocktailing:

I like to have red wine,
without eating a dinner. Or at least that has been the trendy lately. Not too smart. Not too smart at all. I so love the way drinks taste, I so love the way they go down sooooo easily. All too easy as a matter of fact. This is not the dilemma, the ease that these drinks go down. The dilemma is the manner of my intoxication, the manner that I sink into a fast and furious stupor. I make careless decisions when I drink too much, and as of late I drink too much which = annoying decisions. I mean, yes yes I know, drinking takes away your inhibitions, but I just take it too far. I mean nothing earth shattering happens, but I don’t have any reason to be out late, and to go to any after hours clubs – when I get the ETOH juice up in me I want to go all night. Just

Stupid

I think. Really. No need for it, and then I feel like a loser all day the next day. I need to chill out and just call it quits when I start to run my loud mouth off. I can't conquer the world and should keep some thoughts to myself. Silly rabbit.
Natey needs to rethink his lifestyle choices this week. Really do.
Take yesterday for example. I woke up somewhat early, because I was starving and I needed some real greasy food. Starving.
Dizzy was an understated state of conscious for me yesterday. All day. Wanted to puke. Not to mention felt the more enormous guilt from having gone to too many bartenders requesting a gin and tonic Saturday night. Bad Nathan. My man knows how to do it, knows how to keep it under control. learn me man. learn me.

That was Saturday night, Friday night I was fast asleep at home rather early. Really early, like 10ish. I just couldn’t keep my damn eyes open. Saturday we had practice, I ran to practice, a whopping 4 mile run. I did pretty good though, proud of that.