Well, wrong. For some reason, now I have been sprinkled with drinking seasoning I seem to be able to shake whatever mood cloud has been hovering over my life and just dance it out.
Drinking makes me happy...
I don't think that's necessarily a good thing, but I'm just going to have to roll with it I think.
Dear Goonies,
i love you
It’s true, you always being a giant smile to my face. You inspire those around you to play games, let go and just enjoy life’s moments for what they are. Spending time with you always gives my tummy a warm mumbling quality which no one else has ever summoned.
I think what assures me that this love is true is the instability of my mornings post-you. When I wake up and you are not there, after we have spent another wonderfully crazy night together, I always feel ill. And not just with emotional turmoil, this is an actual physical illness, there are headaches, nausea, motion sickness… a whole range of symptoms encroach on the pain of your departure and feast on my body.
Some days I cannot open my eyes or move from my bed as the pain is too much, the beast of loneliness feeds on me until its hunger is satisfied, this can take days.
Again a testament to our love, that despite the day of woe that stalks our nights together I am always finding my way back into your arms, willing you to sweep me away into a night of such incredible joy no amount of feasting can destroy.
You feed my with confidence, you cloud my judgments, disable my perception, cause my feet to wobble under me and dance with me like a maniac.
Being around you alters me; I cannot get enough of you. I will bleed your heart dry, take all I can from you until all that remains is an empty sack.
We will destroy each other,
(L)
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