I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.

I Hate Alcohol

Someone was drunk today. Or, as he delicately put it, he was "inebriated." Okay, so people can do what they want, but it was only 11 am. Furthermore, he went to lunch with us, and you could smell the alcohol on him. When it's red wine, I'm okay with that. When it's vodka, it's horrible. My throat still burns. Justin theorizes that I'm sensitive to alcohol. I don't care WHAT the reason is as long as I can get my nasal passages soothed. *growls*

posted by Emma @ Tuesday, November 04, 2003