It's amazing the comfort I find from a small Styrofoam cup filled with the ever-so-luscious taste of the cheapest White Zinfandel available from the local liquor store (10.0% Alcohol per vol.). My sister and I practically live off of the stuff and I couldn't have it any other way. With all the stresses in the world, it's nice to know I can relax with her, watching the newest movie on the free list from On Demand in our shared bedroom in Sylmar, CA (rented from my brother), drinking the best of the worst out of our little cups. Never fear, I use the same cup for at least a week at a time (I'm like Captain Planet's lesser side-kick).
Much like the human heart, so much is capable of fitting into such a small space.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
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