Drunken Stupor

Ahhh, the poison of the average college age person. Bitter-sweet alcohol. I know it has been quite some time since I have posted last. Actually, I believe I was afraid of not making it past the superbowl. I really appreciate all 0 of you that seem concerned haha. This post isn't about the lack of compassion of the average joe, because that would just be retarded. I know that most of the followers of this blog actually knew what happened (that I lost my drive) because that is what seems to happen to everyone I know that has a passion. Have we as a generation lost our horniness to go balls deep in our dreams? Most likely, but that also isn't the purpose of this blog. The point that I have been procrastinating is alcohol. Yes, you heard me, alcohol. I no longer want to be the best author ever to walk this earth, but I would rather just get drunk and ramble my thoughts. I believe (and hope to be true) that I am not one of those drunks that forget everything they did the night before, or the type that sleeps with your girlfriend while you are helping your grandmother pick her petunias, but I self accredit myself as a respectable drunk, the type that drinks more than all of his friends that pass out and decide to do something productive with my life. That productivity, at the moment, is nothing that contributes to society, nor does it make life changing impacts on people, but that is where I am struggling. I'm a drunk, give me some time, but as for now I will just blog. Hope to get your comments, and look forward to babbling some more.. that is, if I get drunk enough. -D.Wolf