i am thinking about becoming a wino. no hard liquor, no beer for this girl. just wine. okay, and maybe the occasional strawberry daquari. which would require rum. but i digress...
i would have a glass or two a day. just enough to give me that warm, happy tingly feeling. until of course, it started to take three, then four or five glasses for that same feeling. forget the fact that my father is a raging alcoholic whose main goal in his sorry life is where he is going to get the money for his next fix of nicotine and alcohol. or the fact that although i enjoy the occasional light buzz, i actually thoroughly despise being out of control of my body and getting truly drunk. or that i really feel that turning to alcohol to cope is a sorry-ass, weak thing to do.
right now, i don't care about any of that. just bring on the muscato di asti, please.
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