Bitter love

Why is it that when we talk about MY love life, everything has to turn out rather bitter? I ain't lucky in love. I admit. Hmm...I don't want to talk about Angel. I always talk about her when it's about love. Let's talk about someone else...

Aah. This person is someone I'm very passionate about. I've spent time with her ever since I was young. We're practically a couple, except that I share with other people. I know everything about her. I'm not obsessed, I just grew up like that. You can't tell me that I don't know her very well because I do. I probably know more about her than I know about my family.

If you test me, I'll score 150/100. I'm quite sensitive when it comes to her. One single mistake that you do, and I'd detect like a mother fucking radar. Heck, I can smell it when you make a mistake. From a far.

Nationality

I've been to Apollo. Although it pains me that there are no women there, I'd still want to try being one. There are the nymphs...I guess they would do. :) Plus, there are Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

Liquor aye?

Oh you know, I'm just your average Mercurian. It's not like I'm someone special. But I'm a chef. And wine tasting, or liquor tasting, as we put it, is necessary in my job. So I'm kinda used to drinking them. But then, just because I taste it every freaking day, doesn't mean I'm wine-tolerant. I'm just like any other. 

Just don't make me drink a lot. I have been drunk once.