Here’s what I thought of the wine:
sadfklbluhrlk;lb l;lkur bklurh lsadfdsf kdfsdf sfsdf ljlkl;j. falllksdf ;lk;lk lojoe; ;asdlk sdf lkool;oopw lloonnb cvrrgvrvb. vwadf. bklurh sadfklbluhrlksadfklbluhrlk;lb l;lkur bklurh lsadfdsf kdfsdf sfsdf ljlkl;j.
qxomo falllksdf ;lk;lk lojoe; ;asdlk sdf lkool;oopw lloonnb cvrrgvrvb. vwadf. bklurh sadfklbluhrlk weasdfbkurh krjuughb rbu; arrgknlk dfalllksdf ;lk;lk lojoe;
sdf lkool;oopw lloonnb cvrrgvrvb. vwadf.
Translation: Got too drunk to care.
I’m crossing off “Drink wine once a month” off my list after a harrowing 9 hours last Saturday, which involved a lot of vomit, headcahe, stomach ache—all while dealing with a flooded apartment* I don’t have anyone to blame except my stupid self—what can one expect from drinking an entire bottle in less than two hours.
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In other news, I’m transferring to Google Plus for now because I love the UI (it looks like the smarter and dignified cousin of Facebook) and because I’m
attempting to harness the collated power of Google trying to streamline my online presence once again (“By creating a new site?” the devil’s advocate smirked). I’ll have less control of my page layout, I know, so I’m still not sure if I can fully make the transition; we’ll see.
Do add me up. Thanks!
*Out of nowhere, I heard a waterworld sound from my bed; I rushed downstairs to see a gallon of distilled water spilled on the floor