I'm drinking a cuba libre. IAm good at it. I'll tell you how, you put the rum in the glass with the ice and you must remember that you are putting the rum otherwise you end up with a very cuba libre, so then you put in yer dark liquids and stick a pen in, ink side up, and stir like a hula hoop. Then you make a pursed lip style and move the glass to yer face. Now suck.
In third grade, in Texas, we had to take a test that was written. Our task was to describe how to do something. It was a how to paper. Remember? So drinking is kinda like that, like how third grade can remember you cocktails.
Also on the second paragraph thought i'd like to say that i now have two jobs. Which is maybe a bad idea since I can only have two if Poule has three and Eckli has one. That was a rule of numberisation learned in Paris. So Ill leave out specifics for the hearts sake, but I'm definitely winking at poule right now.
I spent thanksgiving putting lots of cayenne pepper into a butternut squash soup i prepared and ate all by myself, sitting indian style on the rug devant the tv. I made my tongue have so much fire and then i used my how to skills to put a rum coating in my mouth. Normally alcohol and fire are friends in very special way, but this night, they were real close buds.
Grod and I met two years ago today. Thanks to his large drunken friend. But Then here we have again examples of the drink. Perhaps the title of this entry actually applies. That definitely was not intentional.
I accidentally ordered a computer wrongly last night. Right now the postal system means so much to my fate and future. If a computer arrives, if my passport ever comes back, if the socks show up. I don't know how much luck I've got.
Kasha has gone AWOL again. She needs a pounding. There isn't much that can be done. She is such a smooth talker but not a dooer. I think fer christmas I'll get her a gift card to the planned parenthood.
If I wear my black coat, I look like an oldie. It's good in a respectful way, but I love childlike innocence, but not sick child fantasy sex. I disagree with the mother in the book I'm reading. Sexual harassment and abuse are real. And I'll not be having any of it.
Last piece of life that I'll Internet for you; my pinkies turn ice cold when I type late at night. It takes at least a full hour for them to thaw.
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I don't think that I usually suck when drinking except when I'm using a straw. Also a couple days ago, my hands and feet were really cold and then I discovered the heat wasn't on so that was why. I relate to the cold feet.
With the jobs I have one but I don't think poule has three yet. The other thing no tho, not yet.
it's not my toes. it's my tiny fingers. they go cold and it's so strange, because the other fingers are trucking along just fine
what are the dark likwids?
i told you this already, but i laffed TROP when you talked bout only 2 if 3 and 1. because it's so true. i guess i better get another job soon. wink?
also my whole hands are frozen.
love,
poule
Well, speaking of frozen stuff, this morning I spilled an entire bottle of warm water on my car's windshield to try to help me remove ice from it. I wasn't even successful... I hate winter! It's cold, dark, damp and most of the time it makes me feel depressed. I mean, humans are a tropical species. They are not meant to be in the cold, ever! That's just another non sense of mankind, like war or sexual harassment or even malls and grocery shopping. It is just not meant to be like this but had just been enforced by the system! What is it exactly? The real life "command and conquer" game? I'm supposed to be hibernating when temperatures goes under 0 degree celcius. That would probably prevent me from having bad ideas, look in Russia for example, people are so desperate and out of their mind because of cold that they adopted communism, who the hell would do that otherwise? Cold encourages you to make bad decisions, I just scientifically proved it.
Let's migrate South. I see this as the only possible solution. Or we can wear tiny heaters in all our bodies.
I'd adopt communism if i thought i'd get warmer. and soup
hahahaha
i would adopt communism too if i could get warmer and soupe.
also,
YYYYES you should move to the South. to New Orleans. oh yes! (said like the irish)
also, leonard cohen is so lovely.
love,
poule
See how you are girls!? EVIL!!! Would you really go for it just to get some warm soup? By the way, you'll have to share yer soup girls, it's communism out there! Well, I guess that considering they also abuse of perfume and anti-freezing liquids as drinks (yes, vodka is not all the time the best way to get wasted and to warm up...), at least they won't internally freeze and it may also smell pretty good when they burp and/or fart... Who knows... I'd rather not try it myself though.
I'm bad...
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