Oooh you're a naughty mess

feel good/ intake de yester: 1 irish coffee; 2 cans red stripe; 3 cans k; 3 cans strongbow super; 3 aspirin; 2 paracetamol; usuals/ not bad, considering it was a day long thing/ thus woke feeling pretty good/ had divine coffee (regular) and stunning b'fast of thick, organic bacon, sunflower seed bread and grilled italian tomatoes drizzled with olive oil/ truly high was i on uplifting fare/ then boshed aspirins thrain (or three aspirin) just within satchel (or case) and now typing/ am to AA the neet though i always feel like it in the morning then, with the advent of my late morning-lunchtime drink my good intentions fly from the window/ c'est la vie/ i just love drinking so much/ if i could afford a habit, i'd clearly do that, but i can't and so alcohol is the next best thing/ and i've so many happy memories of drunken days and evenings and nights/ so many great times/ so we'll see what happens...