Christmas Crack
Babes and dudettes:
Drunk.
On a half-cup o'mulled wine.
A book on school nativity plays gone wrong made me LOL in the middle of WH Smith's. That's when I knew.
Okay, maybe not drunk. Just a leetle bit tipsy.
And lonely.
Which was why I thought it'd be a good idea, in the first place.
Then I did the proverbial "walking the streets, alone in a crowd, the week before Christmas" thing.
Man. It's all sweetish and stuff, not dry and bitter and EWW like normal wine, so I never thought it'd pack quite the punch it did.
Fine, so I'm a lightweight. So sue me. Bah! Humbug.
.entzout.
Drunk.
On a half-cup o'mulled wine.
A book on school nativity plays gone wrong made me LOL in the middle of WH Smith's. That's when I knew.
Okay, maybe not drunk. Just a leetle bit tipsy.
And lonely.
Which was why I thought it'd be a good idea, in the first place.
Then I did the proverbial "walking the streets, alone in a crowd, the week before Christmas" thing.
Man. It's all sweetish and stuff, not dry and bitter and EWW like normal wine, so I never thought it'd pack quite the punch it did.
Fine, so I'm a lightweight. So sue me. Bah! Humbug.
.entzout.