almost 9

its almost 9 in the morning and my weight is sitting 9 pounds over where it usually is. I went jogging to help even that imbalance but the sharp cold air wasnt getting to my lungs. So i quit. Nearly stepped in poo poo while at it.

Anyhow, if youre reading this you probably know i have a shizload of spare time. Much of which is spent drinking.

Monday night i had no intentions of drinking whatsoever. Until my friend rang me on the tele and told me he had "somethin special" tonight. Intrigued i was, so intrigued that i decided to ditch my plan of staying in and eating the rest of the broken chips at the bottom of the lays bag, and made my way out to cayabyabs house. As soon as i got there, they whipped out somethin truly special. A 1.7 liter bottle of kirkland signature brand vodka. Thank GODDDD i didnt drive tonight.

As soon as i saw it, we were on it. Ice, vodka, redbull, cup, drink. I think after about two cups i had about 9 shots. And for some reason, i decided on doing a quad shot. =[

I down that shit, and next thing i remember, i was trying to run my ass home. Dont ask me why, i just booked it. Thank god i was drunk and got tired and stopped. At which point Brian came chasing after me. Haha aint that somethin. After that we walked back to John's house and sat outside on the porch. At which point i put on my jacket, and much to everyone's dismay.... i had it on upside down. The hood was on my butt and pockets on my shoulders. At this point i REALLLY wanted to go home so i made another break for it, fortunalely again Brenden caught me after like 2 feet haha.

Only a real friend would run after his drunk friend hahaha.