Getting drunk and shit

Not too long ago, like maybe 10 minutes ago, I was a 5.5 on my 6-point scale of intoxication. I mean, I actually had to pull out the waste basket in the kitchen just to make sure I didn't puke on the floor anywhere in the house. I don't feel really puke-y right now, but before I thought I was going to expel the chicken stuffing and Rum & Coke I had for dinner. Perhaps I should eat my broccoli instead. Maybe I wouldn't feel so nauseous.

Blerg...

Oh. And fuck me for thinking I could actually immediately play the 14-day trial of World of Warcraft I bought recently. I bought this goddamn DVD with the trial, and I go to play the trial in my computer, right? Well, the DVD installs itself into my computer, but then begins to install a 3.6GB patch. That wouldn't be that bad if I didn't have to install the patch over a DSL connection. I've been waiting for this bitch for like 3 hours already. No lie. I just wanted to play a goddamn fucking demo of a game, and I have to fucking baby-sit a goddamn computer just so I can play this fucking demo? Eat my ass, Internet. Eat my ass while I fart in your face! I actually had to relocate my piece-of-shit computer into a better reception area of the house just so I could marginally increase my bandwidth by a few percentage points. Right now my goal isn't to fucking play the game: It is to simply get the entire patch installed on my P.O.S. computer so I can play it later. Fuck you, WoW. Eat my tainted cunt.

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