As always, I been working... quite a bit. I work, and coutn down the days until I can go to the bar after I get out of work just to wake up then go to work.... then to the bar... then work... then a day off (at the bar), then maybe I'll eat something to help absorb the liqour. Not to stay sober enough to walk, but to stay drunk enough longer to forget why I bother going to work, then to the bar... and then home.
It's a cycle of insanity.
Hehehe, that's nowhere near accurate. I like work, I just need to cut down my hour (just a little) so I have time to do things I need to get done. Also on the plus side I been making more and more friends at work. It feels good to get along so well with people.
I haven't had a drink since halloween... having withdrawls... getting sleepy... soooo sleepy.
In the dating world I been very... finicky. I date, then stop, then date someone else (for an entire two days!) then stop. I don't even think the second counted as someone I "dated" either. I just like to call it that to make me feel like I've done something. In reality I haven't, it's something not even worth mentioning in the same sentence as the word "date." The reason behind my picky dating is because I can't talk to them about what I'm interested in. In reality, in order for me to be happy.. I need someone who I can talk to about more then just us, or how the day went. I need someone who is interested in things, and passionate. I mean, I can talk about plants to one, and geology to the other, but never both. Sometimes it's so limited I can't stand it. Now I must admit, intellectually speaking it's been a hgue improvement since my last fiasco, but hell... My biological clock hasn't even started ticking... and I'm a guy, so I don't expect it to start until it's too late. So I'm going to just sit back and see what paths I come across. If the girl doesn't think, or thinks only because she has to think... then I'm wasting my time. I wnt a girl who WANTS to think.
If you didn't pick it up yet, I went ice skating last night and had a blast. For the first few minutes I would get going and then crash and burn in a horrific rolling and bouncing action to the ice and then slide into the wall going a million miles an hour. After I got the hang of it, I used speed to make up for my lack of know-how and grace as an inner compensation so I could live with myself.... that also put me into the wall a few times.
It was a blast, the event was from my general manager at work and a few of us Staples employee's actually attended and were thoroughly amused by the whole thing.
But I am sore...
posted @ 6:42 AM
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Grand Master Funk
Name: Jeff Hagerl (21)
Location: Mount Pleasant
Interests: Drinking and Guitar
Status: Drunk
