Oh shit only 13 minutes ago. You can call me and walk out talking to me about how this place lost all its swag and you're gonna be at <insert other local place> instead. So you can just walk out without looking up.
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 (August 14, 2016 at 9:56 pm)Losty Wrote:(August 14, 2016 at 9:54 pm)c172 Wrote: Technically he didn't get to touching me with his car, but I did have to actively get out of the way, which caused me to fall. Yeah, I'm pretty sure he was a bit drunk. And/or deliberately and vehicularly trying to be an asshole.
"For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring." - Carl Sagan
 (August 14, 2016 at 10:00 pm)c172 Wrote:(August 14, 2016 at 9:56 pm)Losty Wrote: And he didn't stop to help you!? That makes me angry. He deserves to be in jail for that. You don't cause someone to fall in the street and then just leave without seeing if they're ok. I'm sorry that happened to you. I send you 100 million cleavage filled cyber hugs
I've been seriously considering starting drinking again. I kinda want to talk to my doctor about it but I kinda just want to do it and fuck the consequences. I miss it. Not being plastered. But just past tipsy. That smooth slightly slurred but still completely cognizant kind of drunk. Oh how I miss it. Stupid fucking job.
Guys. Staff gave me hugs. Wth? Do I look like I'm dying? Shoot me. Shoot me, please.
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  (August 14, 2016 at 9:42 pm)Mamacita Wrote: I arrive at the bar and ask for an IPA. Staff starts asking questions. They say I look different. Am I ok? Am I pretending to be someone I'm not? Something about my eyes and my hair, my funk is gone and I've been quiet lately. That they're worried. Is this an intervention? So, now I'm in the restroom crying and I don't know why. I'm too embarrassed to walk out. Oh, sweetie. Take a deep breath, and worry about what is in your control. You can't control their feelings. 
Tired.
Still sad. Struggling to cheer up :/
"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. For if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes unto you."
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that's fucked up, c
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