What was the last thing you did that filled you with self loathing and regret? (Possibly while drunk).

But hey it could be worse! I could have a horrible disease!!!!!!!!

This is mentalism I suppose. But it explains my passionate rant about people who go on the pull in clubs last week.

I was coming home on Friday night after seeing X-Press 2. And I was in quite a state, it was 5am or so and I'd been quite mashed. So anyway there I was half walking half dancing my way home after getting off the late bus when I hear voices ahead of me.

I go on a bit down the lane and I see this girl leaning against the wall looking slightly drunk or distressed or both. And further down the lane I bump into this guy I know. And he's all "look at you ha ha, you're fucked". I'd always suspected he might be a dickhead, but thought I was being harsh. However when he proceeded to tell me how he met that girl on the bus home and had eh.......fucked her right there, I knew I was right. And even as high and loved up as I was I kind of felt very uneasy and the whole thing was very shady.

I went home.

I regret not helping the girl to get home or something. I mean she was walking off in fuck knows what mental state after being with this dickhead. And yes I know I don't know if he did anything particularly bad, maybe they were both consenting or whatever, but she didn't look too pleased, or too sober.

I guess I'm telling this story to try and make my initial regret about last night and my other post make more sense. What I probably hate about one night stands is that they make me feel like I'm that guy or something. Oh this is taking everything too seriously I guess, and it's an awfully long post for a thread I started myself, but it was just worth saying

I am constantly battling with self-loathing and there are some things such as this year I am beginining to regret...but there are too many drunken times spent getting naked and asking aptrnter's best female friends to msturbate me whilst downstaris at said partners 21st birthday party in said partners parents house...

thank the good one i stopped drinking 3 yrs ago.

As for copping off when you're pissed, three out of the four most important relationships I've had with a gurl have begun at some stage with a drunken cop off. Two of those four involved sex on occasion of first cop off.Only one of those four involved a prolonged wil-sh- ewon't-she courtship, agonising-over-asking-her-out process followed by awkward first date.

dunno what I'm trying to say exactly. Perhaps it's that you've got to RISK IT FOR A BISCUIT. Or something.

My teenage self would appreciate proof of this.

Ned I thought you were an upstanding citizen, now I am disillusioned.

I, for one, want to see this ginormous bed your mother's talking about.

The funniest sight? Ned trying to toddle down the street in his platform shoes and shearling coat...

Dan, now that you know the colour of Ned's 'pimpmobile', you can run when you hear it coming, can't ya?

As for me, I've never been full of self-lothing; other emotions usually get there, first;>

But how do you know, young Daniel? ;-)

*ring ring*

"You have reached the voice mail of **** *****, press 1 to leave a..."

*beep*

"I fucking hate you so much. I mean, what the fuck? You're like totally evil. God-damnit!"

*weeping*

Something I didn't say.

As usual.

#!/usr/bin/perl

s/what/who

the answer to this
...there are quite a few

I just sent a mean e-mail cuz someone annoyed me with her negativity and insecurity. Now I am hating my "send" finger.

Maybe starting a fire in my friends backyard, leaving them with some scorched earth/melted chairs & other plastic/broken glass problems.

drunck.

I agreed to a game of shot checkers using 100-proof Peppermint Schnapps.

I'd forgotten two key points.

ONE--I hate Peppermint Schnapps.
TWO--I suck at checkers.

The results were not good.

peppermint schnapps all over the checker board

oh schnapps

Said some horrible horrible things to someone I care about very much that has probably irreversibly fucked everything up.

there was a buffalo wing left on the plate but i let the waiter take it. he knew what he was doing he tried to take it a minute before and came back when my eyes started rolling agin. well played asshole.

Minor things but absolutely CONSTANT - having to get the last word with my roommates by making snide comments or slamming doors when we disagree instead of acting like an actual adult, spewing out all my pessimism and cynicism in everyday conversation with friends, and generally being a spout of awfulness to everyone I care about in my daily life. I don't know what's come over me lately but even I think I'm awful to talk to.

exactly

I struggled to talk to an old friend for a couple of hours on Monday, mostly because I was tired, hungover and doing it in another language. I wish I'd made more effort, because I don't know when I'll see him again.

waxed and shaped my beard

i called BIG HOOS aka the steen's gay coworker a fag ;_;

i laughed at that joke ;_;

I drank a bottle of Johnnie Walker last summer and sent strongly-worded emails to a wide variety of local politicians and government agencies proposing that smelly people be disallowed from riding on public transportation.

... why the regret?

Phoned grimly fiendish at about midnight on Friday with some genius idea about, erm, something I can't remember and woke to an email saying "what on earth were you babbling about you drunken old boot" or similar and although no harm has come of it, i don't like that my drunked brain goes "yay, phone people and gibber shite at them because it's a really good idea to do that" even though I was having difficulty articulating anything at the time (truth be told, I was having difficulty standing up at the time) and I have NO IDEA what I was so desperate to tell him.

This is why I never have phone numbers of bosses or similar in my phone, and never take my work phone to the pub, in case I decide after several gallons of beer that they need to know that I don't want to work for them any more (even if it isn't true). Not that I've ever said anything like *that* to a boss, no, never, not me...

I agreed to a game of shot checkers using 100-proof Peppermint Schnapps.

I'd forgotten two key points.

ONE--I hate Peppermint Schnapps.
TWO--I suck at checkers.

The results were not good.

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Wednesday, 30 May 2007 05:12 (8 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

peppermint schnapps all over the checker board

― estela, Wednesday, 30 May 2007 05:14 (8 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

oh schnapps

― gabbneb, Wednesday, 30 May 2007 05:37 (8 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Lolled