it's a black fly in your chardonney

it's a death row pardon, two minutes too late. and isn't it ironic - don't you think?

two things i don't like:

1. stupid alanis morisette songs that make no sense, given her lack of understanding what irony means.

2. a black fly in my chardonney, er...red wine.

and to further make this disgusting, this fly has been dead since last week at meghan's birthday party in that bottle of wine. and it's my second glass tonight. and the fly hit my lip.

i have to go scrub my lips off now...