As much as I love drugs.....

So....as I clutch the bottle of sloshing alcaholic liquid in my hand tighter and bring it closer to my person, my lips and mouth going numb and my care ebbing away, I can't help but to think, man, it would really fucking suck if a zombie totaly came aout of fucking no whare because I'm pretty fucking drunk right about meow.

And to be honest, this isn't the first time I've thought this. Theres hardly a time outside of work and school when I'm compleatly sober for more then a few hours, and though thats how I'd like to keep it, I cant help but wonder if this would be a problem if it came down to it....of course, it calms my nervs, if a fucking zombie came up to me sober, I'd be like. "Wtf?! holly shit!!" before trying to kill it, but drunk, its more like, "You don't scare me!!!.....I'm drunk!"

Perhaps shrooming and Rolling might not be so smart eather. Have you ever shroomed and suspected zombies to be out and about? Its quite scary really.

And yet here I am, continuing to swig from my sweet bottle, keeping a close ear on my old queen (g** old dog)for any sign of foul play outside. When will I ever learn? If I ever sober up for good, it's not because of my health or some significant other or family, it's because of the zombies! Though, if I'm going to be dealing with a zombie apocalyps I might have to get my drink on every meow and then just to be able to relax a little.


Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....alcahol, I as much as I love you, some day I will have to learn to be able to resist you for more then a few minutes.