no. fuck that. fuck all of that. no pity. no excuses. no melodrama. fuck all of that bullshit. i can't help the fact that the seahawks lost. i can't help the fact anymore that i drank too much and didn't eat anything beforehand. i tried to fix it. i did what i could. my last post makes it seem like i am some sort of victim in this whole thing. notice how i sereptitiously inserted little tidbits about walking, when that was my choice. fuck that. i am just a dumb drunk guy. it is not the end of the world. it is probably not the worst thing i will do before the year is over. so fuck it. it just wasn't right, so fuck me too.

i shouldn't be writing after drinking in the first place. it will just make things worse. i have had my requisite shower, and now i am going to bed. that is the only real upside to a shitty day. most of the time you get to sleep through the end of it

frivved up by Ben at 12:54 AM