Jun 09, 2006 17:59
You know you've hit a low spot when you rummage thru your house looking for any type of liquor. Then you see it and think, she'll kill me, but I really want it so I can some how block out the discouraging remarks that come out of her mouth.
There are times when I really hate my life.
I must say, the roof and Frankie Sinatra are much better alternatives to liquors... hopefully.
[Edit: the roof is much better, seriously, MUCH better!]
And does anyone even read this anymore?? Seriously....