chatting, life

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

I stood in front of the mirror, talking to myself. I do this a lot. Well, a lot when I’m drunk. Well, drunk or tipsy. If I've had a drink. Or am considering having one. And by 'drink', I'm including 'coke zero vanilla'. My one-on-one bathroom chats are usually brief but practical. I tell myself… Continue reading Mirror, mirror, on the wall