Red, red wine Goes to my head Make me forget that i Still need her soRed, red wine
It`s up to you
All I can do, i`ve done
But mem`ries won`t go
No, mem`ries won`t goI'd have thought
That with time
Thoughts of her
Would leave my head
I was wrong
And I find
Just one thing makes me forgetRed, red wine
Stay close to me
Don`t let me be alone
It's tearin' apart
My blue, blue heart
And no, I'm not still wallowing. Who doesn't love "Red Red Wine?" That song is the shit. But, with this crap ass weather, who would blame me? How the hell did it jump from August to October? It's cold as hell.
In other news, I did what I was thinking about. It takes some of the pressure off. I am all about no pressure after all...except when I lose my cool and end up looking like a stupid stupid kid! *ahem* Random was reading the blog and said that I've got a "Seinfeldian" thing going here. Yes indeed, I'm a New Yorker and neurotic as fuck, but neither a man nor Jewish, so I can be a black Elaine. I'm short (though not that short really, about average height) with mostly crazy hair and nice breasts -- or so I was told the other day, but that point's up for debate. Since I'm oversharing, I noticed that his profile thingy is currently changed to "Just Here to Help." Hmm. I really need to shut up about this shit. I'm making myself look worse. Plus he reads it like everyone else I know. Candice is a jackass, la la la.