Woke up with crippling anxiety after a restless period of nightmare-plagued “sleep.” I hate days like this.
On the bright side, managed to wait until 10:00 to start drinking.
On the bright side, managed to wait until 10:00 to start drinking.
Breakfast today: Cottage cheese on an English muffin with a 3-olive dirty martini. Because I’m fucking classy.
The best part about morning drinking on an empty stomach is that it only takes about four drinks to get me nicely buzzed.
Of course I expedited the process by just putting 8 oz. of gin in one drink.
Of course I expedited the process by just putting 8 oz. of gin in one drink.
Drunk Troll Cat fact I’ll probably delete later:
https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🔸" title="Kleine orangene Raute" aria-label="Emoji: Kleine orangene Raute">I’ve been a millionaire, homeless, and everything in between.
https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🔸" title="Kleine orangene Raute" aria-label="Emoji: Kleine orangene Raute">I have an IQ >160. Never bothered to be tested further. Don’t care, I’m smart enough. (Also, IQ is overrated)
https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🔸" title="Kleine orangene Raute" aria-label="Emoji: Kleine orangene Raute">I’ve crossed a ton of shit off my bucket list..