Here's why.
It is currently 10:01 pm. Essentially I have done nothing. And I am not a "do nothing person" I am a I need to work and go to school and vacuum and launder things to be happy kind of person!!
So here is what's on my mind, because I am pretty sure that is what these blogs are about.
MY STORY.
I want money. But I don't know for what... I am in the middle of my college education, trying to get in-state tuition, and iti s a royal pain in the ass.
I think I want a house. I live in one now, for free... with my brothers and awesome roomate so I have no idea where this urge to own my own piece of property is coming from but its abso-fucking-lutely ridiculous.
I think I want to get a new car. My old one is functioning, but its 10 years old. And to be honest, I think The Hulk is on his last leg...er...tire.
I want to graduate. I need a degree.. although I am not sure why. I can have full time jobs, but I am pretty sure in order to be considered a real person in the country of the United States you need a degree. So of course, I choose to go for one in distilled spirits, because as I have mentioned, I love alcohol. Speaking of which. Cocktail Break.
Check that fucking box.
Zubrowka Vodka with Tonic. Just a splash of tonic though, I am usually not a fan of mixing alcohol with non-alcohol.. ruins the flavor.
Now that we are on the topic, Zubrowka Vodka is distilled from Bison Grass.
This is important because PETA has got their faux fur panties in a punch that we are killing off bison to make vodka by distilling their food source...
In my defense and the defense of people who enjoy fine spirits everywhere... we would keep the bison around if they made a good vodka. But distillation of dead animals just sounds messy.
Next.
My boyfriend and I are fucking weird. So we have been dating for 8 months now, which is really not long in the grand scheme of life, but honestly the man makes me obnoxious.
I feel like I am cut from a different cloth, and not cashmier... maybe like a rough piece of twine that frays instantly, and makes for itchy clothing. Yes sir, he is most definately cashmier.
Tomorrow we look at dogs. I think it will be good for him to have one, because who the hell doesn't like puppies. Maybe it will be a good page-turn for him. Because moving on is crucial to us working.
Peace
-The Green Fairy
Friday, July 31, 2009
I woke up today, July 31 2009
realized that I couldn't go to work today. I had a migraine yesterday, that completely rocked my world. I was unable to think, forgot 4 hours out of the day (I was at work mind you) and ended up taking a Loritab. It is interesting that Loritabs would make it into this blog, conisdering that I don't take pills. I was prescribed some crazy drug, that makes licking refrigerator doors taste amazing, so Loritabs seemed like the lesser of two evils.
It messed up my whole day today. I couldn't go to my day job at a clinic, and couldn't go to my liquor tasting later on.
I taste liquor. I pour samples. I give people free shots inside liquor stores, and they seem to really like it. I used to want to be a Dr. but I don't anymore, now I just want to make my own alcohol. I feel as though people would rather self-medicate. That and theres not too many jobs that let you drink while you work. I really enjoy liquor. Not in a "I need to go to meetings and drink shitty coffee with literature" kind of way, but in a romantic relationship type of way. An appriciation for the ingredients coming together in a substance that's only purpose is to make you feel really good. To heal wounds, to meet new people, to forget, I give that to people. And it excites me.
I have a boyfriend. We are pretty much attached at the hip. A dynamic duo if you will. But (and there is always a BUT) recently I have felt disconnected from him as well as everything else, which may infact be the reason I started to write. It feels good to get all of these thoughts out of my head, and who knows, maybe the migraines may stop.
So he can't let things go, and he omits information. Not the worst of evils, but definately a trust issue, but we are working it out.
People are scared I think. Scared of what others think, and so we hide our thoughts from people we love and supposedly love us in efforts to preserve relationships... alcohol helps truth come out too... wink wink..
So we are stuck in the middle of a giant lying whirlwind of misconception and insecurity, and we wonder why trust is an issue... Oh well.
-The Green Fairy.
It messed up my whole day today. I couldn't go to my day job at a clinic, and couldn't go to my liquor tasting later on.
I taste liquor. I pour samples. I give people free shots inside liquor stores, and they seem to really like it. I used to want to be a Dr. but I don't anymore, now I just want to make my own alcohol. I feel as though people would rather self-medicate. That and theres not too many jobs that let you drink while you work. I really enjoy liquor. Not in a "I need to go to meetings and drink shitty coffee with literature" kind of way, but in a romantic relationship type of way. An appriciation for the ingredients coming together in a substance that's only purpose is to make you feel really good. To heal wounds, to meet new people, to forget, I give that to people. And it excites me.
I have a boyfriend. We are pretty much attached at the hip. A dynamic duo if you will. But (and there is always a BUT) recently I have felt disconnected from him as well as everything else, which may infact be the reason I started to write. It feels good to get all of these thoughts out of my head, and who knows, maybe the migraines may stop.
So he can't let things go, and he omits information. Not the worst of evils, but definately a trust issue, but we are working it out.
People are scared I think. Scared of what others think, and so we hide our thoughts from people we love and supposedly love us in efforts to preserve relationships... alcohol helps truth come out too... wink wink..
So we are stuck in the middle of a giant lying whirlwind of misconception and insecurity, and we wonder why trust is an issue... Oh well.
-The Green Fairy.
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