But I like vodka with olive juice in it. I see it as no different than any other mixed drink. Barely even a drink my ass.

I stand with you, my vodka-and-olive-juice-drinking friend!

You're taking the carefully crafted botanicals of the gin and pouring the equivalent of ketchup all over it.

Mmmm. Ketchup.

So gin is not my friend.

Some gins are not as heavy on the juniper.

Barely even a drink my ass.

Well, you can drink it but it's a pretty blunt instrument.

I mean, you can drink the juice from the maraschino cherry jar but I wouldn't recommend it.

I like megan walker's Pink Punch.

I used to make a drink called a Pink Dammit with maraschino cherry juice.

I like megan walker's Pink Punch.

I do too. When she adds a punchy rum!

Gin tastes like lighter fluid to me.

I'm a bourbon girl, like Teppy.

Look: everybody's got their snobbery, whether it's coffee, bammy, knitting wool or Scotch.

I'm just sayin': gin is a carefully balanced and created liquor. You can put crap on it but it's ruinous.

You can put ketchup on your steak but you're mostly going to taste the ketchup. So why bother taking the complex thing and making it crude?

'Cause you think its yum.

Why have 9,457 kinds of gin? Same reason.

'Cause you think its yum.

I'm going to argue and say, Diet Coke and Jack? That's fine. But don't pour your Diet Coke into Lagavulin.

Thanks for the ~mas, all. I bet it's helping, because my little fellow looks more vital this morning, even if he still won't get near food (though he drinks a lot of water).

If it's an edema that's hurting him, a simple steroid shot would do the trick and we'll get him back for some more time.

I'm amazed just how much, even with all of that emotional roller coaster of shit, the part of me that doesn't want to let him go is still greater that the part that's so tired and emotionally and physically exhausted from all of it.

I need to survive somehow in uni, without difficult questions coming up my way. Not sure how I'll be able to pull that one.