(It is May 4th, 2022, almost 4am.)
May the fourth be with you! I am the lispiest of Sith Lords. I hope you read that in a lispy voice.
Hey! Today I am drinking Guiness and a can of Craftwell Cocktails Blueberry Cosmo!
It's good. Like blueberry lemonade with some vodka, except it's Apple Wine for the alcohol because capitalism means we can't have anything good, but things will be just not-bad enough to keep from outright revolts.
At least, I think so? I've been on r/anti-work a lot lately. Hey people in the future! That's an internet thing! Fight the power, and fuck the man, and 1312, and Reddit is - ah, you know what? No.
Fuck it. This shit is sweet but not cloying, tart but not too much, and just kind of nice. Apparently the Cosmopolitan was considered a manly drink - vodka with just enough lime juice to make it sippable - but then Sex in the City tartted it up and made it girly.
I'm not judging here. I LIKE girly stuff. You know? Like without fertility there would be no place for insanity and the birthing of nightmares. The bowels are the organ of psychosis; the testicles are the organ of violation; the uterus is the organ of horror.
But what the fuck do I know. I drank three Blueberry Cosmos and a few Guinnesses tonight and I'm just all kinds of there, you know? Those organs have other functions too, of course - that shit's just when it all goes south, when it all goes rape and horror and psychosis.
Ah, well now. 4am is the time for psychosis and my bowels are pretty happy with how things are going right now. By that I mean that I feel fucking crazy and weird but I'm not going to act on any of that - gonna finish this drink, go out and look at the moon, and then sleep restlessly.
I like Blueberry Cosmo and I give it a 'not bad' out of 'could be a lot worse'.
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