Alcohol: My Frenemy

the reason i lie here
unable to stop my head from spinning.
the reason i lie here with eyes wide open
listening to the thump thump thumping of my heart.
the reason i got into one too many arguments with the ex.
the reason, or one of the many reasons the ex cited
becoming The Ex.
the reason i danced harder last night.
the reason i fought so hard to dance.
the reason why i couldn't wish you goodnight.
the reason it hurt this morning.
the reason i lose train of what i'm babbling about.


my frenemy.
alcohol.

"dream a painless dream my furry friend."

" a moment in your mouth, forever on your ass. "

meet Bubble and Squeak

the 2 new additions to the family, Bubbles being the fatter of the two(left) and Squeak the smaller more fidgety one.
:)

disclaimer: i don't mean to sound like an ingrate, on the contrary it's utterly sweet of you dafa to buy me a book, no occasion required. and i absolutely love you for it.

but it just dawned on me the reason i stopped reading chic lit.
i'm not saying that it's not entertaining, titillating even. at saturation point though chic lit only manages to elicit ennui.

chasing harry winston was a good distraction while it lasted.

everytime i drink from a water fountain i can help but think of Great Expectations.
the scene where Pip gets ambushed by that Paltrow cougar. that was a decade ago and i still can't get his bewildered expression outta my head.