My Disillusioned Self

Hangover / Computer Broken

So much has been going on lately it’s hard to keep up with everything. But, I will apease my faithful readers and give you something to read.

My laptop broke the other day so it has been hard to keep content coming on to this page because without a computer I can’t access the internet and type. Seems simple enough right?

I went out last night to a place called Mustang Sally’s. It’s not a nice place just a local dive that all the townies end up congregating at every so often. Thursday night happens to be $10 all you can drink budweiser and all you can eat wings. Damn, I just wish it was all you can drink Yueng Ling and then we would be in business. Needless to say the chances of me leaving there sober with the abundance of cheap alcohol available was very slim. It was slimmer in deed when you consider the fact that I’m a 21 year old college student who doesn’t get out as much as he should.

I really don’t like the bar atmosphere. Well, I do and I don’t. I never really understood all the proper protocols on how to behave at the bar. I go there with my friends all the time and it seems that no one there is sure as well. Everything has a procedure and a way of doing things. One procedure which still mystifies the hell out of me is the art of picking people up at the bar and proper ettiquette. As those of you who read this blog know I am not really a person who is socially inclined as far as relationship ettiquette is concerned. To me there is only 3 reason you go to a bar:
1) You are depressed about something and want to get hammered and forget about it
2) To have a good time with your friends and not want to meet anyone
3) To get some ass and if possibly maybe even slightly you like the person, talk to them again

Now, if I’m not doing either number one or number two you can sure as hell know there is no other reason for me to be at the bar besides trying to score a nice piece of ass. There’s only one problem, I hate, absolutely hate, despise with a passion, acting like we both don’t know why we’re at the bar talking and flirting with each other. I mean come on I hate the bullshit. Skip right to the chase and let’s go out to my car for a quickie or back to my house for some kinky sex til the sun rises. I mean really, why sit there waiting for me to get you loaded that way you come home with me and have substandard sex that I couldn’t even sell to a horny 14 year old. Ladies, I don’t want to bring home a sloppy drunk girl who can’t hold her booze it’s very unbecoming. What I do like to take home is someone who knows the deal and we’re both a little tipsy and we can go at it til the sun comes up. Needless to say I’m disappointed in the whole bar scene. So you may ask why don’t I go to clubs? My answer is I go to them also but, don’t even get me started.

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