fucking yoda of "intoxication conversation".

i've realized something very important tonight.. that i think the "normal" or "average" person would perhaps get down on themselves for, but i feel very "yoda" awesome about..., and this is the fact that i have mastered the art of intoxicated communication. in "downer, regular people" terms, this merely means i can pat myself on the back for being a damn good alcoholic.

okay, so my short term memory, kind of on the shit side, but my "short, short, short" term memory, wellll...., fuck, in any good intoxicated moment, i can turn into a mutha fucking court stenographer so fast, i'll start throwing out "times" and "locations", on your drunken, chewing your gums, intoxicated ass. i.e.;
"no, no, dude, you are wrong, because at precisely, 8:15 pm, while "talking" in the bathroom, you clearly stated... blah blah, blah."

so basically, what it all boils down to is, in an ideal world i obviously should just get paid a shit load of money to fucking party and be awesomely controlled at it. hell yeah.
don't you see how we are regressing here people? and no, that's not a good thing.