I have never thrown up in anyone's closet. I have never woken up in the front yard or gotten wine stains on the sofa. As a matter of fact, if you ever get wine stains on my sofa, I probably wouldn't invite you back over. Unless you were Ke$ha.
If I had any rich dude friends, I would expect them to invite me to their parties. I would also expect them to buy me a new sweater. Or maybe knit me one. Because I fully appreciate the fact that this one is hideous. And I guess I am completely alright with that.
Thanks to Benny for playing cello for me at the last minute.
Is it just me, or am I singing backup for myself? Weird.
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