what if I drink this entire bottle of red wine, though?
It wouldn’t be the first time or anything, but I AM alone, which gives it an air of “Hey, maybe you’re a mess,” which is probably not helpful to really anything that’s going on in my life. But I’m drinking this really, really good pinot noir, (thanks, kind of upscale Ball Square liquor store) and I usually hate pinot noirs. And it’s pouring out, and I’m also listening to music that I would be truly embarrassed to admit I listen to if I found myself standing outside of a party with this guy, and NOW I’m gonna take adorable pictures of myself with that stupid photo thing that’s on my laptop. I’m feeling better about all of this than perhaps I should.
Bam.
