It is I...the infamous and blatantly maniacal Smokey Jane...and even though it is still morning...I have managed to adaquately lace my circulatory system with enough depressant to comfortably pull out a tooth.
Not a wisdom..OH NO, dear god, no!
That would be the H/O to end all H/O.
Yet, I feel a slight relation to the cast of Jersey Shore, I am not yet in the mood to pull up my shirt as of yet.
If I do...I promise to make a short video for your stimulation.
I am sipping on a glass of Merlot after a breakfast of steamed broccoli while trying my best not to contemplate anything at all.
Thus living the life of a Goddess, and so it be.
I never once decided until now to actually BE a Goddess...I simply spoke about it senselessly and ( here's the word..) contemplated how it would be to become one...
Yet, if one contemplates..one is already trying to hard.
This is why I love blondes!
As I sip on my Merlot, I notice how flagrantly dry it tastes, and how I detest the dryness of some red wines.
Some, who know me well would say that I drink, not because of the taste, but for the percentage...
I agree, whole-heartedly.
Could I ad a comment to an easily-judged admission and say that I also drink Merlot for the antioxidants.
Not that I could give a shriveled-up rat's vagina what you think about my well-oiled palate....yet almost ironically, I do care about your anitioxidant levels.
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