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January 12th

This is a good place for me.

I can vent here when I am drunk and not upset people like I used to. It's better than taking to Twitter, Facebook, Myspace or Friends Reunited and abusing some poor innocent person over the internet.

Yep. Got drunk. It was rubbish. It's always rubbish.

Based on the principle of 'I've had one drink, I might as well have all the others' I went back to drunk town. Everyone waved and said 'hello' 'we missed you' and all the other pleasantries they keep for me. I didn't like it. I would sooner have read my book.

I think it's just the principle of not having that first drink or anything at all. To be fair it was all stuff other people have given me. I haven't got myself any alcohol in a while. Certainly not at the level I was 2 or so years ago when I used to go through a bottle of spirits a night.

Last time I did that was on my birthday last year. I think that's the only time I did it all year. It cost me about £3k on my birthday. Just because being drunk gives me an excuse to do other bad things. I know I am doing them but I tell myself its not under my control even though it is. Sucks to be me. 

Anyhow enough whining.

This room smells.

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