Dear Vodka,

Oh, you make me say things that shouldn't be said. You convince me to share secrets that are better left tucked away. You make me forget myself or at least who I'm supposed to be.

But, you know what? Sometimes there is a strange sort of freedom and relief in that.

At least that's the story I'm sticking with...for now.

Best Regards,

The MML

P.S. - Thanks for not giving me a headache.