I Suck

I went out drinking last night with friends and got hammered. All I know is that around 5am I still had a drink in my hand and got to bed sometime around 6:30 or something. I being the 2-3 drink limit sort of guy was naturally internally combusting while maintaining a cool stance and providing a here and there smirk after the fifth. Projecting Exorcist like vomit on fellow bar attendees was not an option, so I applaud myself for having somewhat warded off the ceaseless peer pressure of my fiends and their caravan of drinks. I woke up trashed.
Yuck, I hate this feeling and I suck, I thought.

I ate yummy seafood pasta, which made me fart, a lot. So my cat was not very affectionate with me. I know what she was thinking, you suck.

My friend Tony came over and I was on the phone for so but there were several explanations as to the certain intricacies of the web at the other end of the line and it was all just to fascinating not to hear which was resulting in a constant dropping of my lower jaw and opening wider of the eyes. Tony gave up and left, making sure to give me a you-suck look before he left.

I forgot my best friend’s birthday for the second year in a roll. I always remember up to the day of when something or the other has me so absorbed that I forget. He had to remind me and I felt like a complete jerk. I really don’t mean to suck, I just do.