Our 20s begin halfway to the end.
There is a fire that is not quite yet a fire.
I duct-tape an icepack to my head, put on sunglasses, put in earplugs and wait. I’m just sitting here and waiting until the next time I can feel happiness.
Like in airports, if you see something, say something. If someone is passed out or puking or just walked off with another person’s wallet, say something!
Santa Con isn’t something I can replicate with words; it’s neither a good cause nor a good idea; it’s all around poor-planning and represents everything I loathe in life. And yet, it lives on.
7. Have something going on your television that would be on even if you weren’t drinking.
It’s so easy to wash your hands of someone, hope they get better, and then move on with your own life. But too often they don’t get better and we let them slip through the cracks.
1. Your closet looks like a tornado hit it, and it is a perfect representation of your mind.
I worked in a steak restaurant and my co worker lost her ID at the bar next door one night after work, one week later a girl came in and tried to order a drink from the bartender using my co workers ID. Busted!
Pickled eggs. Eggs pickled? About twenty of them float in a screw top glass jar, sat between Tuckins teacakes dressed in red and silver foil, and packets of pork scratchings, my favourite snack, 80p.