So sloppy

 You're drinking makes me sick. Tonight I went to a baseball game and of course I come home and you're drunk. It's as if you think I won't know you got drunk or even a great buzz. You hide the cans, you think you are savy. You are not. 

But what's really new-ish is you catch a buzz almost every single day. You don't even try to hide it anymore. Well maybe you do because I'm sure you would deny it. But frankly, you're annoying as fuck After a few beers and you are SLOPPY and I'm tired of walking on land mines 

We don't have conversations much because I don't want to talk to you when I don't know which way you'll flip and in the morning there's no time. Or you forget and repeat a question.
Weekends after 12 forget about it. Drink is on. You work on stuff when you have your drink on, than wonder why shit don't go right. You are sloppy. So sloppy. 
I hope this always makes you happy.

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