Well guys it's official. After overcooking it last night on the sauce and not getting to bed till 4 I've got the fear. Help ma Boab
never asked before, what is the fear of specifically? that people will work out you're ****faced? driving home? your mrs beating you up because you didnt get the dinner ready on time? spewing on your laptop?
pretty much every little thing that goes through your head. your thoughts get redirected through the panic membrane and that amplifies them to make you paranoid. the fear = timmyitus
i had this at the wkend, which was a bit weird as i'm never paranoid. i'd randomly ended up on my own at a party where everyone was doing coke and all the birds were dancing to the music in their pants and vest tops and when i woke up i got para as **** and kept thinking "this looks really bad" and was sure my mrs was going to walk in and i'm in bed with my mate (a bird she doesnt like), i hadnt done anything but i was positive she would just know
it's a ****ing killer LR. All I want to do is go home and le on the couch but the burds bringing her pal back tonight and i've to cook for them (punishment for last night)!
the fear is awful specially afer a whole weekend of takin ching. every car that comes down ma street is the polis comin to get me or sumcunt comin up to do me in. thats where my little frien valium comes in to save the day.
i'll need to stock up on a few vals. agreed though Nev, when you're on the Chandler the fear is the worst ever!
it was seriously uncool. i woke up at 12 in the bed (stopped drinking at 8-9) and was hopping from one foot to the other going "**** **** **** **** this looks really bad **** **** **** **** ****" and my mate is looking at me going "nothing happened, why are you freaking out?". its not like i needed some elaborate cover story just dont ****ing tell her! ******. i drank some gin and it calmed me down
it was pretty surreal talking to some hibs fan about the county game whilst two random polish chicks were slow dancing with each other to crowded house good host though, top geezer
if you'd met the hairy, speccy, ginger booze mess that morning we probably wouldnt be having this conversation, i'm lucky i'm fast over short distances or otherwise i'd never get laid