white wine is the devil...
we both meant for it to be a brief little evening of conversation and relaxation... i picked my friend seanna up from work, we cruised home in the convertible pumping the new esthero album... we decided to skip out on the pub scene and hit up the LCBO for some refreshing wine... a magnum and a half later the evening had gone from casual to clumsy... i broke a wine glass and struggled to eat two pizza pockets once i realized that drinking large amounts of wine on an empty stomach won't do anyone any good... i got home at around 10:30 when i proceeded to slump right into bed without a care or a thought in the world... heck, i don't even remember putting my pajamas on... i woke up in the middle of the night dehydrated and struggled to get back to sleep... i tossed and turned in the sweltering heat of my bedroom, glancing at the clock as each minute took forever to pass... when the alarm finally called out to me at 7:00 this morning, all i could think was "food" and "never again"...
that's one hell of a grape juice...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
