Straberry fizz.

It had me at the frosty floral bottle. it kept me with the scent of fresh strawberries, and proceeded to run me over with its high alcohol content.

I'm at home, in coffs I mean and amongst such things as cheap wine, russh magazine in a lavender scented bath and olives by the truck load,
I have realised how very difficult and insecure phone talking makes me.

I don't know if everyone has this problem, Id like to think yes because i always think that about my problems so i feel a bit better.
but even talking to boy i had trouble. I feel as if i regressed and am talking like my 14 year old self to my msn crush who i have never had the courage to seek out in the playground but bombard constantly with inane calls about what shows are on telly and what I had for lunch.

I came up with what I thought was a solution, which was ending the conversation when there is even the slightest hint of a silence, be it awkward or breath pause.

"and yeah"
....

"well this is awkward I'm going, bye!"
* hangs up quickly before sentiments can be expressed or anything of that nature could come about, making it even worse then before.

Here is another true phone scenario from yours truly.

"yep well bye" *goes to hang up with super human speed but hears mumbling from other end of the line.
"huh...? i mean... what did you say...?"

"I said, i love you.."

"what? you love me?"

"oh never mind."

I don't know how i ever did the long distance, even for a while.

stay tuned for my drunken ramblings from your favorite person you see in the shops but don't know enough to say hello

XOXO me,.