Nothing like realizing halfway into a giant bottle of $16 wine...that your chance on price is gonna make for a very ugly 24 hours. 'Who needs $2,000 wine!? This is a steal!' These words will haunt me.
Details are fuzzy. I'm okay with that.
I think.
I'm becoming terrible at hiding the crazy. A lifelong profession that has come up from behind me in a not so comfortable place. I've avoided alcohol and people a lot lately. Because that's where freak flags fly. The part of me that also justifies a mouthful of Skittles and cigarettes thinks that this is how God wants me to be seen. The part of me that doesn't forget my nighttime anti-wrinkle cream and sets the alarm thinks otherwise. I just really hope the part of me that works out and always wears sexy underwear wins this battle. But I really love Skittles.
I'll recalibrate and may surface in a dark corner...drinking a wine from a wood shelf...out of a wine glass.
Oh yeah, I can't drink wine - 13 hour hangover.
I'll be ready for keg stands by next weekend.
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