Saturday, September 5, 2009

Right now, he's probably buyin her some fruity little drink...

Cause I've been shooting whisky all night, and I literally can't walk straight. Drink your sorrows away, David. Drink them away. But I'm okay. You needn't worry about me.


Up at 11 today, kind of had to drag my ass out of bed. Mild hangover. Sweating a bit, palpitations - all the good stuff. But at least my car's looking fresh.

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