Take one disillusioned heart....
Fill a glass with ice, pour vodka and triple sec until the glass is 3/4 full or so. Add lemonade and maraschino cherries.
Drink.
Repeat.
Cry.
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- Saint Paul, Minnesota, United States
- Call center pee-on by day, internet addict by night
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3 comments:
what's wrong??
I'm just a bitter moron, that's all. And I should never never never blog when drunk. ha ha.
I have a crush on someone and I thought they might possibly like me back but they do not.
So, I'm disillusioned and drinking.
aww crushes are the worst.
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