Lets play the drinking game
let's not stop til we reach the bitter end
lets lie down in a puddle of piss and self hate
lets pretend we've found a solution to being awake
Pass me another one of those bottles
pass out on the sofa watching shit fly across the tv screen
pass the remote with the self destruct button
walk on by and don't ever look back
Dream a dream of how it used to be
before the whole world melted before my eyes
dissolved in alcohol just like all my cares and concerns
washed away til hangover day
The day that never comes
cos the bottles keep the clocks turned back
spin the bottle quench the thirst
wait for the curtain to fall
The show's been on too long
I know how it ends anyway
I aint got bullets or a gun
but my trigger finger's on the bottle opener
gonna blow my fucking brains out
nice and slow
You just described my day
Seriously, though, you are good at this poetry thing.
Ahh, the joys of alcohol.
You make me happy, in a sad sort of way.
Slow suicide with gaseous and liquid poisons,
How much easier it is to pull the trigger.
I'm feeling that way right now
after two days in a row with too much to drink, I have that oh-my-god-what-have-I-done feeling.
Quote from: Nigel on December 08, 2007, 05:25:35 PM
I'm feeling that way right now
after two days in a row with too much to drink, I have that oh-my-god-what-have-I-done feeling.
Drink more.
Quote from: Nigel on December 08, 2007, 05:25:35 PM
I'm feeling that way right now
after two days in a row with too much to drink, I have that oh-my-god-what-have-I-done feeling.
two days in a row, same here.
but i have the
yay let's hang on the couch the entire evening watch a movie and finish that bottle of port (i used for the pate) with some rather pleasant company and see where things will go-feeling.
best way to spend a slightly hungover sunday evening.
also, we will order pizza.
and the movie will probably be Existenz.
also also also: alcohol is a tool of the machine!
We ended up sending the kids to my friends house for a sleepover, went out to dinner, bought a bottle of Baileys and some eggnog, and spent the evening huddled in bed reading and sipping various sweet creamy concoctions.