woke up to a message from an ex of mine, telling me that i drink too much. i find this both annoying and hilarious. why? well, cos this guy has NO right to tell me that my drinking has become too much. i'm not the one who blacks out, falls down & scrapes the fuck out of his face, forgets how to use his phone, tries to basically sexually harass the 'girl with the nice ass' at the bar, & then drunkenly tells me that i'm over-reacting about his drinking. also, dude had some (non-booze) substance-abuse issues in his (recent) past.
and yet i'm the one with the drinking issues. huh? i've really increased the boozing it up lately, yeah. but i'm still able to sleep. get up. go to work. be productive. and do it all over again. no black outs. no hang-overs. but according to him i'm drinking too much.
even if i am (& i probably am. real talk) i'm still a functioning drunk. that fucken message boiled my blood. i didn't respond. i have nothing to say to him.
otherwise life is what it is. woke up with my period. oh so crampy & bloody. bleh. i wish my menstrual cycle could have waited, like, two more days before opening the floodgates that are my labia. my back hurts & i want wine & i want to whine. at least i'm not pregnant.
today is take your child to work day. no really, thank christ i'm not pregnant.
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