Oh Theatre’s Brewery, how I love you. Not because you sell dark beer, not because it’s in one litter pints, not because it’s cheap, not because of the nice and sweet waitress with big boobs, not because I always come with friends, not because there’s always good music, not because I get to watch Bear Grylls, not because we always laugh, not because of the welcoming atmosphere and not because I can always go there. It’s because you make me feel happy, and that’s what anything you love should do to you, make you happy. I’m surprised I only fell once. Try walking outside while the roads are snowy and icy and you’re drunk. It’s an awesome experience. I never smile, especially when I am alone, but I smiled the whole bus ride home. It never happens. Never. But I’m drunk, I shouldn’t give a shit. Maybe I’m not drunk enough, I can still discern between feelings and thoughts. I’d love another beer, but I’d love it more if I could keep my chicken skewers down. It’s an awesome night.
That short happy moments you feel while you're drunk. It's not worthy to destroy your livers for! being drunk its a waste of time and killing your brain cell's for nothing. It's (kind of )pretending happiness while you're not really happy, don't you hate pretending? Smiling while you are out of order shouldn't be included under the word "happiness".
ReplyDeleteOh..yea can I comment on your thoughts? (even I just did already);P
No, it's not pretending it's disctracting. It's disctracting myself from the things that impede me from beind happy, because I believe that default state of a human with no worries is happy. And about the liver thing I don't give a flying spaghetti monster. I want to destroy myself slowly as long as I can enjoy something.
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