Slurred speeches

I got drunk again. On a Monday night. I quit drinking now though ‘cause I was being too stupid. Let’s see, I went to Monday night football. It wasn’t crowded but the male female ratio was like 6:1. Even still we bought our own drinks. Where are the real men? Well one man offered to buy my drink but he was a day late and a dollar short ‘cause I just got two Grey Goose and OJ for the price of one. Grey Goose is like one of the few liquors that I actually enjoy drinking, flavor wise. But yeah, it got me pretty toasted. So as usual, I started sending mushy text messages and voicemails. Hero hated me last night. I sent “The Rapper” some too. But I’m not going to get into that ‘cause I am sticking to my promise. The worst / funniest one , which I forgot about until this morning, is that I sent Hero a picture of “The Rapper”. What was I thinking? Oh, yeah I wasn't thinking. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck!. This is not the way to get my man back. I need to chill. So this morning, I woke up and prayed and laid and prayed and laid. Cause I know he will be here for the holiday and it saddens me to know I won't see him. Well kinda. In a way I kinda don't care about not seeing him. I wanna see him one day though. Maybe in January. I hope I don't run into him, now that would sadden me. Oh I hate beng drunk. But today is a good day for me, thats what I decided.