Whats that smell?

Its the smell of cat shit and shame...


I'm starting this blog because I need a damn hobby. Really. I'm an alcoholic and a stoner and a wannabe mechanic who hates cold weather. I've got to find something better to do than drink. This mission has become priority number one after last nights events, which I am mostly unaware of. I've been getting stories all day, and just when I think I cant fuck up anymore, another story comes in. I've pissed off pretty much everyone in town and dissed my roomates and hurt my friends.

Apparently drinking on an empty stomach leads to amazingly poor decisions in a very small amount of time.

So now in addition to all this I'm simultaneously fucking up the one really good thing i have going right now. Some very cool friends have invited me into their home and I have had difficulty growing the fuck up. I possess the knowledge to do this and so since i haven't something needs to change. This means getting sober. I have no clue how I'm going to manage this, and chances are I'll smoke if someone offers, but I cant have it at home every day and night. I'm no where near as functional as I thought I was.  So I'll hit up the club for happy hour AA meetings a few days a week again... and just listen.  The last few times I've gone I've always thougth about what i was gonna say... so now i'm gonna go and just keep my mouth shut.

:I've got damage control to do, which normally is pretty good with when its a workplace thing, but having never lived in one place very long, I don't know how to do much more than hide during confrontations. I think I may have also learned that from my mom.