I locked myself in the
bedroom closet
with the glass
skull liquor bottle
my husband got
for Christmas
I balance the bottle
on my head
and took some
pics with
my cell phone
I never
showed anyone
but tell me,
is that strange?
July 17, 2010
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1 comments:
I don't think it's strange. Then again, while drinking, many bizarre things feel normal, even preferred.
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