i am so fucking drinki. I had half a bottle of Booker's left over, at 126.5 proof, and my brother in law and I just finished that fucker off. For kicks we even measured it, and we had at least 2.5 cups of 126.5 proof (63.75% alcohol I think) liquor left over and we just polished it off. And it felt food. I just sucked down that last little bit without any regrets. That shit honestly was more like paint thinner than alcohol, and I just drank over a cup of it straight. ( Read more...Collapse )
Fortunatleyt I'm still ok enough to realizt that I shold drink a lot of water, so I shold be ok tomorrow. And actually I have a prety good alcohol tolerance companried to most people, so I'll be ifne. Just a bit sill y now.
Current Music:Yoko Kanno - Fly Up In The Air - Tension
I'm just now starting to get over it enogh to realize how far out I was for a while. The funny thing is I realize now how much of it is not really a lakc of faci;lities but simply a relaxing of willpower. It;s not that I couldn't' control myself, it's that I finally allowed the willpoer t o slip enough where I didn't have to contorl myself.
Its' sort of liberating but alsto a bit scary. I remember whyu I've ben avoiding tempttion rather that allowing it. When you take one strept it's hard not iot takje a 2nd and a 3rd and a 4tth.... ypou get sucked in and then you can't stop. I prefereed never to get sucked in.
I also seem to type better with my eyes close.d
Current Music:U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm looking For
I just snapped from silly and izdy top serious and nauseo.s
I'm still drunk but I'm rapidly coming down now nad gaining more control over my self nad my words. Amazingf how quickliny it happens. but I will say that I've been drinking lots fio water for a while nad so I think I'll be ok tomorrow. The main problem is thoeing up but I think as long asd I cnan resist the initial urges I'll be ok. And tehn I can wake up tomorrow nad I'll be ok. Just have to reists throwing up now.
Just tryied to type brac crb and typed crapintad. icrap
Just tried to type crab and tped crap intead. instead.
2nd day of class. I thought it went better, they actually used my suggestion.
This morning, though, was hell.
So after getting thoroughly sloshed last night (and it caused me to realize just how much your mental state is involved in getting plastered; when you want to get drunk, you do get drunk much more easily. I really wanted to get drunk and forget about shit and whatever, so I did. I think looking back that had I been less anxious to get drunk I probably wouldn't have. I dunno.) I woke up almost on time, just like 5 minutes after my alarm went off.
Got out the door a few before 8; dropped off my son at the school at like 8:10 or so, and then waited ... and waited... and waited for the bus. It showed up a bit before 9 if I remember correctly. When we got on, it was standing room only. Why? Because there was an accident on the highway and so the buses weren't running as frequently or as quickly as normal, which is why we had to wait so damn long to get it. The bus continued stocking up until it had 70 passengers - they only seat 49, although one got off, so there were 20 people standing. We stood and rode for like an hour, while I felt extremely nauseous from hunger and car sickness, and then finally arrived in NYC a little after 10, and I wolfed down a bagel while walking to the subway. Got into work around 10:15 or 10:30, while class started at 9. Fortunately I apparently didn't miss much, and so had a decent day in class regardless.
And now, here I am.
Methinks the fates were playing a cruel trick on my as revenge for my excess last night. Oh well.
Eat before drinking. Drink water while drinking. Eat after waking up the next morning.
(No, I had no hangover, but I was massively hungry the next morning. I also got a lot drunker than I should've because I was drinking on an empty stomach. D'oh. Still, I will admit it was amusing (for you all more than me... although I was laughing like crazy for most of the time).)
New York Post: Page Six Tuesday, September 25, 2001
LOSE THAT LINE
SEAN "Puffy" Combs is apologizing to Asians everywhere for some ill-advised lyrics on his latest single. The tune "P. Diddy" includes the line, "Got Asian women/ That'll change my linen/ After I done blazed and hit 'em." When the website AsianAvenue.com published the lyrics, Combs received such a barrage of hate mail that he's having an updated version of the track sent to radio stations, minus the Asian-bashing. The rapper also issued an apology through his record label, pleading for the Asian community's continued support.