It's 7.00 am, a tuesday morning, I'm still full that great, great Bordeaux and of that bad whisky and I have kept fucking with that same old ex. It's always the same thing: a guy leaves her, she cooks a quiche, I buy a Bordeaux and we finish in bed.
Today's weather is wonderful. I want to drink champagne at the beach.
Today's weather is wonderful. I want to drink champagne at the beach.
