c/d: being drunk early in the evening and then running out of booze and sobering up to the point where you realize that life is essentially futile

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where's my gun?

― strongo hulkington (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 29 February 2004 03:52 (twenty-two years ago)

c/d: being too lazy to get up so you piss in the empty rum bottle

― strongo hulkington (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 29 February 2004 03:55 (twenty-two years ago)

c/d: romanticizing the extreme lonliness of yr existence via charming drunk talk

― strongo hulkington (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 29 February 2004 03:56 (twenty-two years ago)

At least be thankful you're not reading Sartre.

― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Sunday, 29 February 2004 03:56 (twenty-two years ago)

c/d: nausea

― strongo hulkington (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 29 February 2004 03:57 (twenty-two years ago)

(no wait, that's in a few hours)

― strongo hulkington (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 29 February 2004 03:58 (twenty-two years ago)

If it's not alive, but not dead, what is it?

― Sébastien Chikara (Sébastien Chikara), Sunday, 29 February 2004 04:02 (twenty-two years ago)

Drink lots of water, Jess. Clean and clear piss can be really life-affirming after a hard binge.

― Clarke B., Sunday, 29 February 2004 05:52 (twenty-two years ago)

i think i drink every single night nowadays. its the restaursnt industry. i dont see an end to my way of life. jess what rum is it? myers? mt. gay?

― Aaron Grossman (aajjgg), Sunday, 29 February 2004 07:02 (twenty-two years ago)

What does it mean if I can get to the "essentially futile realization" part without having had a drink in nearly 6 months? Should I be drinking? Also, is it possible to drink a box of wine like it's a Capri Sun pouch?

― David R. (popshots75`), Sunday, 29 February 2004 07:25 (twenty-two years ago)

Well, first of all, you'll need a straw.

― kirsten (kirsten), Sunday, 29 February 2004 07:26 (twenty-two years ago)

A big one.

― kirsten (kirsten), Sunday, 29 February 2004 07:26 (twenty-two years ago)

I don't think the box will squeeze that well, though. Not that Capri Sun pouches squeezed well. But, yeah, it concerns me.

― David R. (popshots75`), Sunday, 29 February 2004 07:30 (twenty-two years ago)

Usually this happens the other way around for me. I've been staring at the bottle of Crown on my desk for a week like it was a beautiful woman, but I've resisted temptation thus far.

― miloauckerman (miloauckerman), Sunday, 29 February 2004 07:33 (twenty-two years ago)

"I don't think the box will squeeze that well, though. Not that Capri Sun pouches squeezed well. But, yeah, it concerns me."

But there's a bag inside the box! It's just like cereal.

― kirsten (kirsten), Sunday, 29 February 2004 07:34 (twenty-two years ago)

Well, yeah, I MEANT the bag. I mean, duh, box. But the bag's too loosey-goosey, isn't it? No squeeze control?

OK, can someone hit me now?

― David R. (popshots75`), Sunday, 29 February 2004 07:37 (twenty-two years ago)

Ilive 30 yards from a DRIVE THRU LIQUOR STORE! and it's connected to a great bar. Yay, me! Yay,me!

― Speedy (Speedy Gonzalas), Sunday, 29 February 2004 09:28 (twenty-two years ago)

i prefer wallowing in my distress in a sober fashion. i cant remember the last time i was drunk (too long ago + too drunk)

― nathalie (nathalie), Sunday, 29 February 2004 09:40 (twenty-two years ago)

as long as the music's still playing this doesn't happen to me. I don't enjoy the silence (FUCK Depeche Mode)

― Anthony Miccio (Anthony Miccio), Sunday, 29 February 2004 17:49 (twenty-two years ago)

Squeezing the bag inside a wine box is so Sunday night at Glastonbury... marvellous. Actually, I think by the end of Sunday night last year I was lying on the ground with a friend squeezing it into my mouth. God bless wine boxes.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Sunday, 29 February 2004 18:25 (twenty-two years ago)

c/d: loading up on pills and booze with the intent of sleeping blissfully through a six-hour flight and then when you get on the plane they've changed your beautiful beautiful window seat to a center seat/it's uncomfortably hot and the air conditioner's not working/the goddamned stewardesses keep coming by every five minutes asking you if you want anything to drink, asking you if you want anything to eat, asking you if you're wearing your seat belt, do you have any trash they can collect, etc, so no you DON'T get any sleep but you're really tired, irritated, and not exactly enjoying the effects of everything you've just put into your system.

(the answer is classic of course)

― jody (Jody Beth Rosen), Sunday, 29 February 2004 18:46 (twenty-two years ago)

I love Jessie's emo threads.

― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Sunday, 29 February 2004 18:48 (twenty-two years ago)

Classic.

― jed_ (jed), Sunday, 29 February 2004 20:39 (twenty-two years ago)

I heart it when I get to this stage in the night. You get sober, and then feel bad. Its comfortable, and so then I realise that I'm the only reason I'm alive, and it gets very life-affirming. All in about 20 seconds.

― Johnney B (Johnney B), Sunday, 29 February 2004 20:47 (twenty-two years ago)

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