Someone once asked me why I don't really drink, and I was unable to answer. Other than the fact that I drank way too much when I lived in rez, the fact that I work at a bar - and consequently work all weekend, and that I didn't really like the loss of control, I didn't have any real reasons behind my abstinence.
Until Tuesday.
When I realized that I'm REALLY impatient, possibly the most impatient person in the world. I've actually suggested tasering slow-walkers at the mall (no joke). I'm talking rage-blackout type impatient. I'm impatient all of the time, but when I'm inebriated I no longer have the resolve to stifle it. Then I turn into Brutally Honest Gingerbread, and no one likes that. Seriously, you should hear some of the shit that comes out of my mouth when auto-censor is off.
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