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The Crying of Natter 49
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It should be fine, Kathy.
I still have the bottle of Stoli that was given to me when I left my library job in November 1992, unopened and in the box. Would it still be any good?
Holy Stoli! I'm guessing it would be still good, as long as it hasn't been subjected to hot temperatures or direct sunlight. Since vodka has already been distilled and aged, it won't deteriorate with time the way beer and some wines can.
And -- good LORD, people! You're making me crave -- actually *crave* -- a shot of tequila. A nice Cabo Wabo or Patron Silver.
I have none, of course, and I'm not going back out in the rain when I just came in. But now I'm all resentful that I have no tequila.
Good! Now I can start thinking about maybe picking up some lemonade to mix...
I'm starting to get a cookie sugar high.
Iwould not know anything about liquor without y'all. I had popcorn and chocolate for dinner and watched Trading Spouses. All in all, a very sinful night in the old hotel room. Not sinful by BUFFISTA standards, but sinful by mine.
Steph! I looked for winter solstice beer tonight, and I think the season is over, and I only have one left, and I am very sad.
Also, hi.
In short, Russian diminutives are confusing.
Hell, slavic suffixes in general are. I learned more grammar picking up czech than I did in German of French. Or, um, english. Until czech, I always though names (excepting nicknames) were immutable. Nope! Depending on the part of speech, I was Sarou, Sare, Sa(funky zhe like pleasure)e, etc. Which is why my prague roomate calls me Sarge sometimes. I still don't know why they called me Stella.
Notes to self: standard ipod earphones don't fit my ears. Too big, they fall out. Crap, considering I was given 3 sets, one which got destroyed. Also? Dance in the dark. Your neighbors don't need to see that.
I think Sarge's neighbors need to take videotape.
Tonight's annoyance was brought to me by The Guy Who Took Forever At The ATM In Front of Me.
Five fucking minutes. I couldn't see his face, but his body posture expressed the pure befuddlement of a bear reviewing his algebra homework.
What I didn't say: "What the fuck? Does that ATM have a cock sucking attachment? C'mon!"