In the wine comes out the truth There's Nothing like a good bottle of chalkboard... nothing like it at all. In vino Veritas.  That translates into something along the lines of; “In the wine comes the truth.”  In vino Veritas… I think. I probably got about some of that right,  but  I'm only some Italian  -Less than half actually. so the fact that I got any of it right should say something.  In vino veritas. If you think about it I'm almost positive that came out at least 70 percent right and if you knew me,  You’d know that's pretty good. As good as it gets. It's possible what I'm saying could be off...I may be biased I have to admit. Since I'm being honest right now I'll explain. Beginning by telling you how much I like myself. I like myself alot. And myself when at happiest is quite partial to being coddled,  Cooed  and cared about And the love all the compliments that tend to come with  and embrace the day.  because it feels good. For one reason. And I like to feel good. Because it's my day. I live it good. Last night for example  around 11 o'clock. I was in bed and feeling  'mmm’ I was living real good. my mouth was going ‘ahhh’  and my body couldn't not quiver and shiver ‘Ooh’ And that's the good kind of shiver. Because it's my kinda day The cold makes it come that way better if it fizzles. When I mash it up right, it's right.  I orgy with Ice cream and A&W Root Beer every night.  Fuck peas and carrots.  Sugar.  And all I have to do is put it in my mouth.  I’d do it every night if I could And would you blame me? The essence of a life climactic as I know it best happens simply by allowing  into my mouth  that sweet savory  Creamy flavor To do things to my taste buds Only sounds can describe Ahhh Leaving me within a State of connubial bliss At peace  In smile  And ready to feel like a Mormon girl does Who cant say no might after three drinks. Or maybe not. Because you would. And that sucks. Because no matter how on my own I like to say that I am  I'm not And when People say things about the two scoops of coagulated cellulite floats  The cheeks of My once subtle behind now resemble I get sad. And then immediately throw away my copy of special edition DVD copy of Lethal Weapon 1 As it no longer would be of any use to me and valuable tool kept at ready in my box if anything looks a left away from how I know is right in my world. Pushing play and sitting back is the sure fire tatic I'd use to disarm any reservations that might be had in my Lady of the nights bobbing head. Regarding the idea of taking off her clothes.  At 7:34 in the shot of Mel's Bare ass and her recalling a little fact I planted in her head earlier on While talking about something completely unrelated  Was crowbarred in and was about my butt  And its uncanny resemblance to Riggs. Curiosity killed the cat And got another pussy beat up for about 14 minutes that night. I killed it  and I like to eat cereal more than I should but we're not going to get into that killer.  you get the point that recognizing the Beast will save you from it's bite and what comes after.  My ma’ma always told diabeties was like shooting up air. So that's why I can't do it all the time…  I like my needles full of something after the prick they start off at.  so rather than hanging out with a bunch of Prix who are sharp as a  tack  I shift  working out is in right now just like the word fit  so I'm going to jump in and see if I can fit I have to exercise self control so the life lead remains in Balance with the rest Not above Center  or below The others   just right Nothing too flashy past the norm  Cooked to order Or daily special   no extra bothers Over the everyday usual    Without cannon fodder.  another Something typical And  somebody invisible A person you could never remember grounded next to you. And pleased that you just cooked me dinner  will  the thank you I give back even matter  or will I just end another day that...cont