My girl is out of town and i'm a drunk loser
kitchenknight
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god forbid anything ever happen to her...i never lived alone, and these weekends when she's out of town reinforce the fact that i don't know how to do just that.its late; i'm drunk, posting on soulstrut in my underwear, listening to Ray Charles, "Drown in my Own Tears," on repeat, and I ate like a million chicken wings for dinner.Fuck this. I gotta learn to be alone.
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I would definitely suggest living alone before getting hitched for the long haul.
Have you cried yet?
and no, I haven't lived alone; that was part of the first post, where I said I'd never lived alone, and this reinforced that fact.
Now, in my own defense, she travels for work each summer, and this is the first weekend out; so, in that respect, its my most out of practice. And the Ray Charles isn't so much because I'm crying (I'm not; in general, I don't) but becuase it fits the time of night and is on my iTunes.
But, yes. Learning to be alone would be good. And, yes, I'm getting hitched this fall. Time for a crash course.
Living with someone can become such a way of having a built in best friend/#1 social choice, that when they go away for a while, it is just a shock to the routine. Hence, the underwear/drunk posting.
Think I'll go get that last beer from the fridge...
Quoting this shit so he can't baleet when sober/his dick grows back!
Naw...not that drunk. Won't regret it more than any of the shit I did at my college reunion two weekends ago, or that bachelor party last weekend. Seems I've been on a bit of a bender...
Great, now I'm up talking to the light sleeper-crowd.
sorry to be mean but this shit is pathetic
My girlfriend (with whom I have lived with for almost 4 years now) went back to New Zealand for a month last year.
I don't know how the fuck I made it through that month. Having three cats to care for/keep company with definitely helped.
Fuck dude, you think I ate those chicken wings alone? Hell no...on a roof deck, with the homies.
Just that those first few weekends home alone, left to my own devices...DAH. Runk.
Yeah...we're gonna need some stories here!
I am listing to a beautiful Monk LP right now. Tell me your sob stories fool!
Yup.
Hey, was talking to some friends about having some beers and playing dominoes tomorrow night. care to join the loser crowd?
do something nice for your girl when she comes back
Sorry, I'm hanging out with my girl
------ Is wearing only boxers rightaboutnow. In my defense, I'm in my music room, with the door shut to keep the cats out, the window shut to keep the street noise out, and my amp really heats the place up!
I'm usually just wearing a sock.
Nothing too spectacular or regretful. But, last weekend, I did run into my old boss and her nephew, and don't remember too much of that; also, apparently spilled the beans about like 12 things from college that were previously vaulted.
Let's hope alcohol and time blur what they heard as much as what I said.
Touche...
Call me next Friday; she'll be in Salt Lake.
I would say if I am posting on Sunday before Noon I am definitely
dans mes sous-v??tements.
ahh schitt
it's worse than I thought...
Wait...like a Reasonable Doubt classic? Or Vol. 3? Or even Blueprint? You know, I wanna make a classic, but its gotta be the RIGHT classic.
(btw, ODub, your post in that Jay-Z thread was OJ graemlin. No ayo.)
and i think a mosquito just bit me on the face
...it took me like a month to notice that this thing moved!
Totally. All that was missing was a mention of tater tots.
Locations for days^
But really, I wouldn't even worry about either thing (bugging out on being alone or posting about it). Lord knows many, many people on here have done more or less the same thing.
Some ideas I'm considering in the near future:
1. Something involving children or cats and or dogs
2. Those model planes that actually fly.
3. Be one of those sports guys that wears tiger-stripe pajama pants with a matching jersey out to the sports bar (and move back into your mom's basement too)
4. Small engine repair
5. Buy an old car and soop them shits up (I am dead serious about this one)