When I went to college, there was this class about how drinking alcohol is bad. And drugs are bad. And having sex is bad. The only thing I remember from it is that shy girls are the personality type that are most likely to become overly fond of alcohol. The reasoning behind this theory is that alcohol allows these girls to be more outspoken and then alcohol becomes a crutch in social situations. All I know is that my hands smell like fishy kitty treats. I wish Dylan liked other kitty treats.
I had a beer tonight and I do become much more talky after a beer or two (godforbid). I think about this sometimes when I'm hanging out with strangers with beer. I think about this after a beer when I'm spouting off about one of my topics (I have three). I think about this the day after a party and wonder if my talking offended anyone because it's rare to find someone else who can match my passionate opinions on onions in the Antarctic...or about Dylan's stinky little fish treats.
While I think these things, I do know that Dylan has other options and if he were a good kitty, I could get him to try other treats. I also wonder if I have beer-induced ADD. As in Tetris, all things are possible.
The moral of today's story: sex is not bad.
An Erinku:
melted wax
drippings
frozen at
room temperature
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