filled with fun...family and/or friends (or both...if yer a complete masochist)...drown’n in bottles of cork popp'n cristal...stupid party hats...and fergett'n yer dignity on someone else’s floor fer a change once the new year flips over...unfortunately...
i was flipp'n off the new year this year...cuddled up in the fecal position...comatoasted on the couch...try'n to muster enough strength to flip open one eyelid and finally start "THE HANDMAID'S TALE" marathon that everyone's been rave'n about...that i recently acquired thru an xmas acquisition
now really kittens...who doesn't like to go out and have a good ol' time...
every now and then (unless it's court ordered not too of course) and ferget all about their troubles and tribulations from the previous year...and just start off with a fresh uncontaminated slate?
though i'm pretty sure a good time should not end with gett'n pissed off...
or on...well unless that's yer thing!
now i'm not gonna name names…cuz this could've applied to any one of
us really that have experienced situations of despair/regret/sadness/loath'n to any addiction of a family member…a friend…an x (not in any particular order mind you) due to some sorta physical....emotional....mental...substance abuse or plain fuck'n laziness reason'n
i know there were plenty of times i thought i had control of my 21+ beverage of choice…and had made numerous bad decisions…that luckily…suffered no casualties to anyone except my own stupidity one nite
years back (actual photo taken by a professional correctional facility glamour shot photographer...and i have to admit...though sorta a very hot photo (after begg'n fer a 2nd take) i'd much rather have my photographs taken on the outside...trust me...florescent light'n rarely is yer best friend
(i said rarely)
one day i woke up and made the decision to learn from my mistake...
and change any future outcomes of said nite
from turn'n into a massive mistake...hours later!
i never considered myself dependent of any harmful "crutch" per say...
(not point'n any fingers...just say'n)
and the only one gett'n hurt there is my piggy bank...
but i'm learn'n to deal with that one step at a time!
i can freely admit that i've always been a very fun & flirty social drinker…
though there have been times in the past…
that i knew i was being a bit TOO social at times...but in my own defense...I AM IRISH...
so let it go!
i rarely have stock of any alcoholic beverages in my humble shitbox…
x-cept when entertain'n guests…and all that is not gone by parties end…is given away as a part'n gift by choice cuz i know i have an addictive personality as it is
i've witnessed how out-of-control people in general can get on NYE nite…
and fer the most part...they're just out try'na have a good time...and i'm a pretty easy goin guy...WELL I AM...now hush!
BUTT…(H-E-L-L-O D-I-N-N-E-R)
instead...this NYE i was forced to recall a past that i would have rather
completely fergotten in particular...where i unfortunately had front row seats to a social butterfly that got stuck in my net...who i'd known fer a minute or more...and how they went from a fun party person…
to a complete parody…when they mistook my sleep'n quarters...as their own personal flower bed and decided to water the garden the back of my smurf pj's at 5 am one morn'n...many moons ago
now...it all depends really on how you wanna look at the "situation"...
some might say...well...incontinence is just a temporary inconvenience...but fuck it!...this was MY fantasy land that ended with NO happy ferry tail in the end...if you wanted to cum...then you should'a at least come prepared and praised the porcelain gods before turn'n my backside into yer own personal urinal
much like an unplanned pregnancy...i just wanted this to all go away...
without any sorta remembrance of said nite again...unfortunately...that is all that comes to mind whenever there's a run-in with said person when i'm out...and there's no coat hanger that will not cure this situation...so i was stuck with that vinegar stained memory all over my unmemorable foam to remind me i should'a just listened to Nancy in the 80's and remembered to "JUST SAY NO!" to inebriated idiots
UGGGGGGGGGGGGH...NOW GET OFF MY DRESS!
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