Alcohol stole my pasta -Why I am going to stop drinking.

Note: I am not schizophrenic or suffer with any other type of learning or mentally debilitating illnesses I am perfectly sane. This is also not a joke, this happened to me just yesterday.

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To preface this, I got back from my workshop to my sister making pasta, she didn’t say she was making pasta so it was a pleasant surprise. Incidental pasta. The good shit. I was really looking forward to it.

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I decided to have fun drink that night, raw shots of vodka on an empty stomach to get drunk faster, I drank way more than I thought I did, after about an hour of me drinking, listening to music ect, I decided to finally eat said pasta. All was right with the world until……

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I passed out on my bed very shortly after.

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When I woke up the next morning didn’t remember the events shortly before I fell asleep, I remembered all of the events up until I went into the kitchen to retrieve pasta. So when I woke up I thought “I must have passed out before I ate pasta, I have pasta for breakfast”, this poor soul didn’t know.

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I got out of bed and saw on my desk there was a plate, an empty plate with pasta sauce and a fork on top of it. My entire world started crashing around me. Not only did I not have pasta in the morning but I didn’t even remember what it was like the night before. Its like I got fucked over twice.

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Alcohol stole my fucking pasta and I want it back.

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