oh you vile liquid. clear as the rain does fall but so deceitful. will my stomach ever recover? survey says no, at least not today but if luck be on my side, i might be able to drink early and strong tomorrow--- discounting the vodka, of course. why must it be the year of 21st birthdays? my health cannot take it.

but it can take certain people answering my phonecalls "Hello, Beautiful." mmmmm. i may not ever recover from that frightful feeling this morning but that voice forming those words can make any ailment seem like a limp limb.


hello, beautiful.

somebody slap me, i think i've had enough.