Gluttony. The mere mention of the word and my cheeks blush a vehement crimson to which I am ashamedly accustomed. If only I could settle down my wild partying antics, act my age, and wisen up to the ways of the world and the sickening excuse for ‘humans’ that are in it. As I sit and shake my head furiously I stop as quickly as I started; Fuck now there’s a way to induce a coma like state if ever in need of one. Seriously, NEVER shake your head furiously after a full pelt night on the sauce where your not buying any of your own drinks. Tangent it may well be, but this requires to be mentioned….Why is it when people are on a night out, and someone offers to buy them drinks, do they hastily accept the kind offer (well it may not be a ‘kind’ gesture but more a helping hand into the lodging of a little GHB, but for now, kind works well)and fill themselves to mere bursting capacity until your liver literally looks at the toxins hurtling its way and shrivels up there and then. I swear its like a frog shaking with a knife ;-P
Anyway digress no more, back to the subject at matter. Martyr of gluttony is the badge I wear well, it should be sewn into my fucking pants like a 6 year old blonde haired, blue eyed child making her way to school to learn how to write her name. Of the many male visitors that frequent my current dwelling accompanying both myself and Champagne home safely after an intoxicating night, I have photographic evidence of one. Yep, one. Even at that its only because we liked him and his friend so we arranged an understated catch up. By understated I might as well come clean, that’s a blatant, slap in the face, lie. When are we ever understated. We are all about the glitz and glamour.(yes I can hear you dizzee rascal fans following that sentence with -being a celebrity, don’t mean shit to me-) So of course we met them in the house of sin where at any given point the probability of casually running into one of our ghosties is so high I would bet my bottom dollar on it occurring.
But anyway, good night had by all? Obviously. Until the next sin-soaked night.
Love Chardonnay x x
