Sunday, September 16, 2007

Songs from my sweetheart, the drunk.

One day, someone will tell me they love me when they aren't innebriated. Just once, I'd like to be told I'm loved while I'm not holding their hair back hovering above a toilet in between bouts of vomiting. Just once.

Or perhaps I could settle for the interloping periods of "I love you's" and vomit if we were in a more romantic setting.

Oh, sweet sassafrass.

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