|See, pink wine is totally a feminine cliche that I get to|
legitimately indulge due to high temperatures and the
fact that the wine was given specifically to me.
|Yes, I imagine myself like this. Very much.|
Will I write about it in a fictionalised account? Most likely, it's the sort of thing that I do after all! I even combined dribking with eating chocolate. Hell, I'm just one beard away from being a bloody typical female teacher right now...
|I want her watch and her hair.|
In the meantime the Rose is very nice. I like the taste, I like the strength and I like the vague feeling of femininity that it brings with it. I wish I were drinking it dressed but Tilly is in the room, so I'm not.