So, yeah. This is my first blog. A coworker/friend, Laura, persuaded me to make one. Really, the exchange went more like, "do you blog?" "What?" "Oh. I just figured you were the type that blogged.". So maybe that doesn't really count as persuasion. Regardless, I'm apparently doing it.
I'm in the supermarket, feeling like there's some kind of sanctity that's been broken when I see a box labelled plainly as lard, and thinking there are way too many people with bad tattoos around. I actually put a lot of planning into mine, so it's annoying to see so many butterflies and skulls. So original, my ass. If you're going to spend money to have something on your body for the rest of your life, please do the rest of the world, let alone yourself, a favor, and make it something worth actually looking at. Although, while I'm on that topic, what's just as annoying is when you ask me what mine means, and you clearly don't care. You smile and nod as I explain and then let the guilt roll off you with a (supposedly cute) "ouch!". I just don't feel like explaining it to every schmoe who feels like they need to talk about everything they think. What I do like, though, is when kids say they like my tattoo. Kids are mostly untainted by the world, so they tend to say what they think. As long as they're not screaming, I like them. Oddly enough, I like their compliments.
I bought a new kind of gin today-- it's called No. Ten, and it seems to be a special kind of Tanqueray. I like a good gin and tonic, so I got some. I can only hope that it actually tastes moderately good. It's apparently specially distiller gin that has citrus hints or something, not that the Internet really cares about that (why is Internet capitalized anyway?), and it was more expensive than the regular, so it had better be good. Now, a lot of people will say, "you like gin? Ugh! Why not just eat a pine tree?". And I can totally understand where they're coming from. Gin has a very strong and unique flavor. For those who haven't tried it, it's made with juniper berries, which does indeed give it a piney flavor. The reason I like it is the strength of the flavor helps te alcohol not taste like crap. Vodka, which has very little flavor, tends to make me sick because the alcohol burn is so much more potent. Really, I'm just a puss about drinking. Even my girlfriends say I drink like a girl. At least I've never had an amaretto sour. I count that as the point of no return. Or something.
I may as well stop for now. I can save more ideas for later. On a closing note, I'll say that I will never, ever eat onions that have been dispensed from a machine.
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