Haphazardry

Well, I succumbed. I’m a social drinker, not an “alone drinker”. I won’t sit down and have something to drink just on my own. It’s no fun. I’d much rather share it with somebody. Probably goes along with finding it so boring to cook only for myself.—And because I drink for flavor (although if it’s exceptionally hot, even if the beer isn’t quite quality, well, it’s cold and refreshing! amen?), rather than effect.

Buuut… I’ve liked tonic water for as looong as I can remember! It was a special treat we would very rarely get when out with my mom – and when she was pregnant, she’d even indulge just a little bit more (as far as my non-existent memory recalls). My mom was the height of healthy-eating, aherm. Although, she did seem to have a balance and definitely had a heart for us: when people would give us chocolate, she’d save some and make it “healthy” by chopping it up and throwing it into chocolate chip cookies. Of course, plain chocolate would’ve been sooo yummy, but we got cookies and that was very special. Especially considering all that good chocolate could’ve just ended up in the trash. :) Chocolate chip cookies are such a favorite – with more chocolate chips than not, please. Anyway, I finally relented and poured myself a gin and tonic. Besides not being a by-myself drinker, alcohol is also sooo expensive (it’s all relative to what you have available to you for spending, of course, heh) that I’d never dream of sitting here and having it on my own – I mean, such yummy treats have to be reserved for the good company of others, then they’re just that much more worth it. Right? Although I have no problem with shooting everything on one occasion if other people are served and happy. Oh well, it was just too much to resist, so there we have it.



In other news… I woke up in the worst panic today. I do that to myself quite regularly. Actually, not so regularly, lately, because I’ve just been too busy to dwell on any personal issues and problems – there’s plenty in work and home life to tune into. :) Well, so, I wake up this morning with (because of) this precise thought driving me to panic: “Ack! I’ll never have children, so I’ll be silly and irresponsible for the rest of my life!” Yeah, try going back to sleep after waking up with your heart in that lovely thought’s vice grip. I know!! :D

Did you know that there are pieces of clothing that specify that they are made to fit the Asian body? Vince introduced me to that fact, today. I’m not surprised. (It’s always so gratifying to have such educational conversations, haha.) The only non-stretch pants that ever fit me properly are from Brasil. Even the mannequins in Brasil have rounder and larger bums (uh-oh, I’m picking up on that “Australian”)!

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