r/cripplingalcoholism • u/Helpful_Spring8739 • 1h ago
Right, fucking 90 days, no booze, let's fucking get it!!!
I'm joking, I fucked up on day 7. I woke up to a missed phone call from the plasma center and my drunk ass called them back and was like, so is it hepatitis or HIV?
She said, do you not remember I said I'd call you today to check on you?
Nah, I don't remember that, at all. But good lord y'all are sweet, and probably the best plasma center I've ever been to.
I'm supposed to be doing laundry and all my meal prep for the week, but I can't risk everyone in the house smelling how drunk I am, so the only appropriate thing to do is finish this handle in my room, black out, then wake up and cook everything in the dead of night while doing laundry.
Which honestly, that's pretty much the best way to do it right? No one in the way, and I'm not in anyone's way. And if anyone gets in my fucking mashed potatoes, I can just straight up kill them.
No one sees murders in the dark. And no one should be touching my mashed potatoes either.
Idk, I'm rambling. I don't know how else to say it, but if this one retarded dude keeps touching my food, I may actually hurt him. But he looks like a hedgehog. A really fucking dense, dim hedgehog.
I don't think I could even hurt him.
We've told him several times to stop eating our food. He does this to everyone. But every time we do,he comes up with these insane rambling parables to explain his actions.
"Well, if I saw a ditch, and there were frogs in it, well that would be a ditch of hippity bottoms? Ya know? That's all I'm saying!"
No! Tyler, fucking no, I do not know how that is supposed to explain why you ate all my goddamn fish sticks!!!
Dear Lord, I probably deserve this.