Saturday, November 18, 2006

Mouton Cadet Bordeaux, 2000

Sometimes life is a waste of a Saturday night with nothing better to do than sit at your desk champagne glass in hand dressed to the nines playing Checkers online while your mascara runs down your face waiting for the phone to ring. Have you ever felt so pathetic that you wanted to leave? Just leave. Walk out the door and never return. Start anew elsewhere. And the only thing that stops you from doing that is the knowledge that this could happen again. What if it happens again? Then where will I be? Weeping my eyes out again, that's where. Reduced to a pile of sodden tissues. Why do I let them do this to me?

I think I'll get completely plastered now, thank you.

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