Fuckin' Booze.

I keep finding myself yearning to drink.

"Look, I'm somewhere fun. I should drink."
"This place is amazing, it's so much fun, but vodka would make it funner..."
"I'm bored, let's drink!"

My spontaneous nature doesn't help much at all, I like to just get out there and get wasted whenever the fuck I feel like it. Which still isn't very much, but the thought process still bothers me more than a little bit. What's giving me these impulses? I'm a happy drunk, I have a lot of fun always, but I've never had like a major or defining expierience drunk, so I'm a little confused. Why brain booze want?

I keep gaining fucking weight too, I can't keep off the ten pounds I lost. Fuck, look at me, bitching about ten pounds, but it's really starting to get to me. Why can't my damn Love handles just piss off and stay off? My pecks are assholes as well, some days looking fine as hell, others turning it around on me and sticking out like boobs. I can't make up my mind if I like them or not. The fact I keep getting jibes isn't helping, it's just making me more agressive again.

Ergh. Even now I'm thinking of finishing the two-six five feet to my right.

HULK SMASH!