Cough Syrup of Awful

There is a terrible invention called Fruit Punch Vodka. It's pink and cheap. And you think "oho! Ten bucks! AND I won't need to worry too much about a mixer, because it has the juice stirred right in!" And this is a good thought. Until. Until you realize that it tastes...exactly...like generic flavor cough syrup.

And then you rationalize it by thinking of how you've been cough-y for a few weeks anyway and you power through an inch or so each week. And you drink it slowly, because it's gross. And then, to be funny, you tape a post-it note to the front claiming that it's your cough syrup. This doesn't change the taste. It's still gross.

After a month (or two or so), you realize that there is only a wee little bit left in the big bottle. And you put on your big-girl pants, toss some taquitos in the toaster oven, and drink some of your "cough syrup" while typing up a proposal for a final class project. It's still gross.

And now, I'm staring at the bottle because there is just one more awfully terrible shot left. It's gross. My taquitos are nearly done cooking. And I think...I'm almost ready to just finish this awful pink mess and just let it be gone forever. Until then, I look and wait for my taquitos to finish.

An Erinku:
so many
computer wires
FINALLY
the one to my camera!


picture from early January...after the enthusiasm for drinking cough syrup had long faded.