tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927510.post286625601474644344..comments2012-01-23T22:59:46.660-06:00Vanessa Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09032844971318050900noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15927510.post-7445089973256901172012-01-20T22:38:22.772-06:002012-01-20T22:38:22.772-06:00You wrote about finding happiness in good things. I agree with that. I especially agree with finding a bit of happiness in a really nice cleavage pic. <br /><br />*****<br /><br />You equated having three too many with wallowing in self pity. I don&#39;t see it that way. When you have three too many you&#39;re doing something to cure the self pity. Here, let me explain. <br /><br />Drink too much tonight. And viola! Tomorrow the self pity is gone. It&#39;s replaced by a screaming head. And by a rumbling stomach. But the drinking worked. The emotional hurt is gone.<br /><br />That&#39;s alcohol put to its highest and best use.<br /><br />Oh, there&#39;s one more thing. I liked how you worked in that part about pleasure and pain. <br /><br />You write really well, Ms. Vanessa Sue.Riderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17733815021367401385noreply@blogger.com