Dude I got so many posts coming out of me right now, it feels like I drank too many words last night. Many too many words last night. Shit to be honest I was losing my voice last night, talking about the goddamn specials all the time. It’s funny because I would usually lie about that.
Mother fucking FUCK y’all I’m tired of fucking around all the time!
Nah just kiddin’ y’all that’s what I DO.
Anyway I got a new plan, it has to do with slippers. I lay in my bed, typing shit, and whenever I get out of bed, I put the slippers on.
So my feet don’t get cold and I don’t step on cat shit absorbing crumbs.
If I fall asleep while typing, which I usually do any time I actually try to write fiction, no big deal, it looks like I did it on purpose.
I’m going out tonight, y’all, maybe for the last time…
I’m going to try to maintain control! That’s something I never done before.
Get ready for tomorrow’s super ashamed what have I fucking DONE post yo! It’s going to be very similar to everything you’ve ever read on here before! You goin’ be like damn why do I still read this shittttt and I’m going to be like becAWWWZ you so CRAZY! Me and you both we can’t stop doing this same shit yo!
Anyone's Ghost 
I wish I had posts coming out of my ears….I’ve got a load of shitty drafts just smirking at me reminding me I’m not a high-throughput machine. Good. Luck on the control thing. If I remember accurately, the point at which you start thinking you’d probably best not have another drink and head home is probably about three drinks too late.
Ha quality over quantity with you.
That thought about best not have another drink has yet to occur to me! Maybe tonight’s the night.
I think that’s why I don’t drink. I’ve always been quite worried that I’d have zero self control and end up drinking myself into oblivion… not that oblivion doesn’t have its charms. 😛
Indeed! A wise decision, I suppose! Better not to start!