#christmas drunk

[kristycatz]

Sometimes I feel sad then I remember I have tits and I am content

[justahillbillyfromouterspace]

just open it and read it ! . Test tomorrow morning  . ya I wrote it 

[ilterzouomo]

[indiegamesaaa]

Mandate Radio: Ep. 271 (12/5/2018)

Mandate Radio: Ep. 271 (12/5/2018)

https://indiegamesaaa.files.wordpress.com/2018/12/ep-271-final.mp3

Mandate Radio: Ep. 271 (12/5/2018)

Them boys is back with another Mandate Radio. They talk Civilization: Gathering Storm, Red Dead Redemption 2, and have a long discussion about Artifact, the new card game from Valve. Then, in rando, the boys talk about holiday season drinking.

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[makinsomechanges-blog]

Okay. Now I'm really drunk and every one has gone to bed. Sorry if I start to post some nsfw shit. Hehehe

[liltinysoprano]

Anyone else Christmas drunk?

Let's entertain each other!  It's okay, Santa's drunk too.

[ladyjanesfelsham]

It's Christmas Eve Eve and I'm at work

You know what that means

[implied-author]

I sat in the parking lot of the laundry mat smoking cigarettes and thinking about you today.  About how I saw you at the bar on Christmas Eve; about how you kissed me on the cheek last week; about how I got drunk and did a body shot off your friend this week.  

But mostly about Christmas Eve.  I got drunk on red wine at family gatherings and didn't want to stop.  So I did the logical thing and called my best friend and told him we were going out.  It was a Tuesday, so Domestic Bottles were 2-for-1 and I had too many.  I can still see you swiveling in your bar-stool and not saying hello.  A tiny fragment of me wanted to be in love with you that night.  I wanted to know your family.  I wanted to know what you were doing at a gay bar on Christmas Eve.  I wanted to know what you thought about me.  I still want to know what you think about me; where I stand with you.  I want to learn the science behind having a crush on someone and at what point it becomes a borderline dangerous obsession.  

I don't want to be sad anymore.  No, allow me to rephrase.  I want to feel something.  The black hole inside of me needs to be filled with something besides whiskey and coffee and cigarettes.  I want to be in love.  I want to be happy.  And I'm not sure those things are necessarily interchangeable, love and happiness, but I'm afraid they might be.  I'm afraid that falling hopelessly in love is the only way to fix myself.  

So if I see you say hello.  My heart gets buried a little deeper every time you don't.  I'm tired of dancing alone.