Prepare to be uncomfortable. Feel free to look at your shoes, I don’t expect eye contact.
I’m a little drunk, I’m a little amorous, and I’m very alone. I seem to quote a lot these days, so here’s to Meatloaf: “Two out of three ain’t bad”.
I got no one to snuggle, to keep me warm, to be there in the morning when I wake up. Hooray! Ain’t life grand. The house is quiet and I have an empty bed to rock me to sleep. You want the definition of misery, this is it. Look it up in the dictionary, there’s a lovely picture of me… showing my good side too!
And tomorrow is another day. Likely this will pass, and I’ll be fine for a few days. Resilient, that’s me. I always bounce back, except that I feel like a damned yo-yo these days. Stamp “Duncan” on my ass and make sure my string isn’t wound too tight or it might snap.
Oh honey,
I am all pouty lipped for you. So sorry the Guinness was only able to comfort you so much.
What kind of chips?:) No pity. But chips I can do.