the first of the drunk entries, tame.
I’m drunk.
my husbands phone is dead and I can’t communicate with him.
He was supposed to be home.
but he’s not.
I’m talking via text to this wonderlady that I love and I wish i could visit her and drink champagne and eat cheese and strawberries and nutella rolled kix.
i want a snack.
i’m going to have one.
it might involve cheese.
but i don’t have strawberries, nutella, or kix.
damn my husband. he better come home and not get arrested.
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I grew up on nutella. Love that stuff. Hope hubby made it home safely.
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Hugs.
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i remember being in this place with my ex many a night. It is not fun.
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