Ask me, ask me, ask me.

27th Birthday.
I wonder what this means:
"I want to
go into my bedroom,
close the door and be alone",
in response to,
so would you like to be with me?

You know what I'd like?
Something real.

I've turned into a nagging prat,
apparently.
Ask, ask, ask.
If you ask one more time,
you'll get nothing.
So then, I'll keep quiet.
I'll never ask again...

Dinner tonight is Paella.
Its seafood.
Not one of my favourites,
but as long as there's sangria,
in a carafe,
where I can't count my drinks,
I'll be happy.