Again with the Strummy Strummy La-La
And here I am, alone in a dark house, avec trois grandes bouteilles de limonade à boire avant matin. Suffering for the art, if you will. I wonder which will run out first, the limonade...or the vodka?
Surely you didn't expect me to drink three litres of limonade without a little incentive.
If anyone needs me, I'll be here on the couch, contemplating the icing on the oh-so complicated cake that is my life as I know it.
That, and pissing every thirty minutes or so.