Only to come back momentarily and be like “Oh, this still exists” and then ultimately forget about it again because you kinda have no reason to return?

Yeah, that’s what this is.

I’d upload a picture of it but why bother, I’ve only got seven followers. xD

And it’s not half-bad.  Sure, when you start out you feel kinda depressed because, oh, fuck.  You’re drinking alone.  Where’s everyone at?  Not drinking with you because you’re drinking alone.  You’re probably just a big dumb drunk because you’re drinking alone.  A slave to your vices because you’re drinking alone.  Nothing better to do in your life because you’re drinking alone.

But then you realize…fuck that.  I’m having fun because I’m drinking alone.  I’m a wee bit happier because I’m drinking alone.  The night’s more interesting because I’m drinking alone.  And I haven’t a single fuck to give because I’m drinking alone.

Moral of the story?  It doesn’t matter who or where you’re drinking.  Just drink.

Can’t make bacon?  DRINK BEER.

Really busy and not sure if you can keep going?  Make bacon.

Oh hai creeper.  Just been busy, doin’ internet stuffs.

And yet I am sober.

I.

Fucking.

Hate.

Me.

(Not really, I kinda really like myself sometimes actually.)

I don’t think being more of a man than I is something you should be bragging about.

Or so Nikki says.  Apparently I shouldn’t post so much when only five people are gonna see it.

I LIKE BEING LOUD ON THE INTERNET, OKAY?  Leave me alone little girl.