I would also be lying if I said that wish was enough to make me like the taste or smell of alcohol.
Life is full of irreconcilable differences. Something tells me this won't be one that haunts me.
Remember that time I freaked out during beachweek because I couldn't stand the sounds that were coming from Resivoir Dogs playing in the living room while I made my lunch? It's the scene where some guy is screaming and that awesome song that goes "stuck in the middle with you" is playing. (I don't need more details than that.) I think my dad is watching that right now -- just from the sound of things.Fucking hell. I feel ill.