this is a post to say:
Sep. 12th, 2009 11:03 pmI am very tipsy, on far too little wine - but it's great and kind of just what I needed when combined with a 2 hour call chat with my best friend. Apparently it has been noted by best friend's flatmate's girlfriend that we speak for long spells fairly regularly. I laughs because it's true.
Wine is good. I am happy. Job is a sod. Wine is good.
Even better is finally admitting to best friend that there is in fact a couple of things about me that he does not know and that I have thus far kept from him. Because you know . . . in Dublin I might possibly get drunk enough to actually explain some of this shit to him. But in the mean time . . . wine is good.
Wine is good. I am happy. Job is a sod. Wine is good.
Even better is finally admitting to best friend that there is in fact a couple of things about me that he does not know and that I have thus far kept from him. Because you know . . . in Dublin I might possibly get drunk enough to actually explain some of this shit to him. But in the mean time . . . wine is good.