Right now I’ve had too much sangria. But I’m feeling good and lovin’ everyone. I’m not a mean drunk, I’m a drunk who loves everyone. The world has this bright glow to it, and I want to enjoy it, love it, become one with it.
But I won’t get in trouble. I’ll be a little hung over in the morning but I’ll be at my baby’s graduation. I’m so proud of him. We’ve been together for fourteen years and I love him more now than ever.
And his family, oh I love his family. A laugh a minute. His mom is a peach, and his brothers are so cool. Why does my father have to be such a racist prick?
And here I am sober reading that post. My god, I sound like a total hippie.