Liar.

Fuck you, today. Fuck you so much.

You're going to regret that in the morning when you wake up with a headache. I will do you the exceptional courtesy of pretending you never sent that, as I too have fallen prey to the siren song of Drunken messaging.

That is what this blog is for, DUH.

I, on the other hand, am enjoying this giant glass of wine and cannot possibly cry anymore than I have already today, so HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!1!