“But, as she got lonelier and the shoot for her new movie wore on, she started reaching out to him, sometimes very late at night and sometimes after a few too many glasses of wine.”
Fucking christ. Drunk smoke signals, drunk Pony express letters, drunk telegrams, drunk dialing, drunk texting and drunk blogging. What will science come up with next that I can completely humiliate myself with?
Sigh. Jen: drunk strip-o-gram me! I’m here for you, baby!
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