i love wine.
it makes me feel like a marshmellow when i get buzzed. there's something great about the smell, the warmth when it goes down, and the drunk it gets you.
I love it so much that sometimes i get a little sloppy. so sloppy that i puke at nights end.
Last night was awesome.
I talked to so many people, spilled nonsense out of my mouth, danced like a fool, did a hurky in a bar, and managed to ruin my evening with 25 dollars of booze in the toliet.
dummy.
but that's the way i roll.

i should have learned a very valuable lesson.