You know how I mentioned that I had mints falling from my bra when I got undressed the other night? It has come to my attention (ahem, thanks Kaply) that at the end of my birthday dinner I grabbed a handful of the wrapped after dinner mints, positioned shoved them inside my bra and declared, “I have minty nipples!”
I really wish I could remember these gems. So the shame can be more acute.
Tell me, what drunken embarrassment can you share with me to ease my pain?
“I can’t really say why everybody wishes they were somewhere else/but in the end, the only steps that matter/are the ones you take all by yourself/and you and me walk on/yeah you and me walk on/cause you can’t go back now/walk on, walk on, walk on/you can’t go back now. . .” -Can’t Go Back Now, The Weepies (their new album is out!)