Hard liquor, like a good friend, stabs you in the front when it turns on you.
Wine, like a coward, hugs you, makes you feel loved, and stabs you in the back.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
I have been through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.
It's true what they say...we invent our own lives. There is no little man behind the curtain pulling our strings. Unless we put him there for the purpose of pulling our strings because we felt it was necessary for there to be a little man pulling our strings to make us feel better about not pulling our strings ourselves.