Last night I was reminded what a mean drunk I can be. Seemingly out of the blue, I told this guy (who I've slept with) that I had no idea what a slut he is. It was mean and petty. I mean, he is ho-ey, but regardless, I wouldn't want someone to say something like that to me. (although if I had a girlfriend in another state and was ho'n it with a bunch of women around town, I would understand the sentiment)
I'm not crying over it or anything, but I don't like being that type of person.
About a year and a half ago, the last time I blacked out drinking (after LMC's birthday), I quit drinking for a month. Considering that I haven't went more than a week without getting drunk since, it may be time to give it another try. If nothing else, just to see how I feel and give some other interests a try. (and save some money!)
It looks like my mean doctor might finally refill my anxiety medicine (which I just learned I can snort to get high - hah!), which should really help with how much I drink.
If I give this a try, maybe I'll tackle smoking next.
Kyle can be my inspiration.