..and Annie-Dog she drags her leash

Being young and beautiful. Fancy wine. Dandyism. Closing time. Brown bars. Red beer. Old friends. Closing time. Afterparty. Dizzyness. Dry eyes. Daylight. Tumbling home. Falling asleep across the bed, randomly wakng up to a bite of pizza. Waking up, still dressed. Realising someone is asleep in the livingroom. Getting up. Feeding your men. Laughing at stories about your plump friend drunkenly eating sausages. Sitting in bed. Staring at an empty screen. Shower. Move outside. Get on bike. Get soaked by rain. Rush across the bridge you love so much to hate. Get to yogaclass. Lose balance. Realising the yogi has some of the best-looking abs you've seen on a male homo sapiens. Sending your own lacking ones a critcal look. Feel depressed. Almost sufficate under your own breasts weighing down your face. Feel more depressed. Stretch. Breathe. Realise you're still soaked, still chubby, and still not home. Get on bike. Across the bridge you love so much to hate. Wonder how the hell you ever became so jaded. Contemplating skipping tonights party.