’Tis the Season

Maybe it's the holidays. Maybe it's the holidays that make a usually responsible girl turn into a closet wino once the kids are asleep. Maybe it's being left alone too long that causes a girl's vagina to replace her brain in a constantly sex-starved, 'can't think of anything but bouncing on his dick' state of mind. Maybe it's that he's traipsing across the continents, 'playing music for people's enjoyment', while his girl is home, lonely and miserable, settling for second fiddle. Maybe it's a celebration. To raising their middle fingers, saying 'Fuck you, I'm better than this' to the men and expectations who have held them captive too long. The pain, the sorrow, the burst of invincibility, the relapse. All drowned in secret, classy inebriation. But then again, maybe it's just the holidays...