It's 7:30 a.m., I'm still drunk, and I can smell the lime on my fingers from squeezing wedges into my gin and sodas last night.
Certainly, I did some things I now wish I could take back... like sending a text or seven that I really, REALLY wish I hadn't. Then again, at least my gin-induced regrets have nothing to do with making out with strangers or
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But yes, I'm never reading TFLN again. EVER.
How much are you running these days? Hell maybe I'll just drop you a line.
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When I already even admitted it?? :P I didn't even say anything terrible or stupid.
or did i....?
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http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/15/GinLane.jpg/438px-GinLane.jpg
Have you seen Hogarth's 'Gin Lane' engraving (in the link)? It's fucking brilliant. Makes me love gin even morer.
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