Dear Lady Xanax
I would like to thank you for your re-appearance and allowing me the pleasure of your company once more. It's been a while.
You and you're partner in crime, Henry Weston are soul mates, (yes even the new 2013 vintage which tastes not even half as good as 2012s). but that's just nitpicking. Long may you be the match made in heaven you so clearly are. Just 1 of each of you and your beautiful chemistry cannot be ignored.
Falling asleep, comic book in hand, lights still on and phone lost in the bed as always, I was woken by its life saving vibrations this morning, (after you seduced me into not setting the alarm time correctly), whence a slightly aggravated caller not-so-politely inquired as to where the fuck I was, and exactly how long would I be.
erm, can you pick me up instead and then I'll drive from my house? ...
The time it took for me to shift from my vibratious surprise awakening, to being ready and locking the front door and jumping into vehicle = 7 minutes. Bright eyed and bushy tailed as well. Altho I had to lob my toothpaste and toothbrush in my bag to use in Costa's loos some hours later.
Anyway, what I really mean is ...... low tolerance ftmfw!!!
Love
Marmz