Alcohol is a very patient drug. It will wait for the alcoholic to pick it up one more time.
I lose all control after two drinks of anything
I believe in joy, but I believe in the flip-side, agony.
At awards time, The Exorcist was nominated in 11 categories, everybody but the janitor was up for an Oscar. There was no category for what I did.
I can only know what love is insofar as I can feel it.
With two leftover husbands to account for, my wicked soul has just about shriveled and died