How I love thee, sweet Carlo Rossi jug of Blush Wine.
I can drink you straight from the bottle, by the cupful-anytime, anywhere I am ready for you.
However, sweet wine, it appears you do not care about me and my friends too much.
Combined with that bastard Captain Morgan, Blush, you turned against us and made for quite the deadly combination.
From blacking out, to puking in a handbag, the inability to chew eggs up, to drawing kitty-faces on friends, to encountering very eager 17 year old boys and hardcore sickness and hangovers-You two alcohols really fucked The Crew up.
About Me
- Eve
- Somerville, Massachusetts, United States
- I have a tendency to end up in very odd, surreal situations; either with my friends or replaying the events to them as they laugh at the eccentricities of my life. I class it up with dresses and pearls quite a bit, even though some days I only go as far as the convenience store. But hey, those people need some happiness in their lives-so that's when I show up. I used to sit in a graveyard all day and draw pictures of the flowers and headstones there. I'm a writer, in the vein of Plath, Wilde and Kesey.I'm everyone's Grandma, too. It's a sweet, sweet bitch of a life I live. And while my photo is an accurate representation of my instability and madness, I usually don't wear both stripes and a checked fur hat. But the facial expression is almost a constant.
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