So I'm kinda drunky. Had four glasses of wine, a mug of coffee with three shots of Bailey's and it's only suiting to be listening to Amy Winehouse, don't you think?
All I can think of is Ack, Dale, my Boxing Day Steals, the hilarious game of charades after dinner with the fam and my snuggly buddy Cooper.
I'm also kinda wondering how Dan's friend Bill planned to make me scream. (Bill told me he wanted to make me scream the first time I methim about a week ago - completely innapropriate, but still appealing for a flirty French girl like moi whose {supposed} man wasn't doing a thing to keep her intrigued.)
I am full of home made sugar tarts and home made chocolates. I am still kinda drunky and evaluating New Years Eve plans. To be perfectly honest, I'd be content spending the day at home on my own, which is what I may end up doing... I don't know why NYE is such a big deal ... Perhaps I'll understand what it's like when I hav ea man who is able to take me out to dinner.
My 'boyfriend' never took me out to dinner the whole time we were dating... kinda pathetic. I mean, a man is supposed to do all he can to woo a gal, isn't he? I guess it's old fashioned of me to think so... but hey, if a guy expects some sugar, especially some from me, he better pull out all the stops, damn it.
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