Oh man, Finnish people.

Oh yeah, and I finished the story. 35890 words exactly, at the moment. Of course, now we have to wait until I can bribe and/or blackmail my better half into betaing it. We may have to taser her into it.

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I had a fair amount of vodka and wine and also a glass of kahlua last night at Sugar & Lex's place. But I sort of ran out of energy for drinking alcohol at some point when Chi and to a lesser extent Sugar started to get verbosely philosophical and forgot to drink more, and by the time I left the drunkenness had pretty much worn off. I don't even have a hangover. Apparently Finns are sad drunks (paranoid drunks?), or at least, some of them are. I'm more a cuddly drunk. Wax just said, "Finnish people!" and shook her head. And, okay, it was kind of funny. But I think they didn't have that much fun. I had plenty of fun, though. And I've discovered grapefruit juice really DOES cover the taste of vodka, if you use enough of it. It's almost as easy to drink as margaritas. Much better than vodka and orange juice or vodka and gingerale.

Hey, guys, we ARE actually supposed to wear costumes on Halloween, right? Do you want any company in looking for pumpkins and stuff?

clothes

Hey, I didn't ever show you my little girls' tshirts that I got for just under 20 bucks all together the other week, did I? 1. organic cotton henley with tuxedo ruffles, 2. french pirate, 3. black with gathered scoopneck. That was the same day I got those dangly necklaces. Alas, my frugality didn't really pay off, because at Indiska I also fell in love with a big puffy sweater and a little sequined blouse that were not on sale at all. I mean, I didn't buy them, but the danger probably isn't over. The only cure is probably new shoes, but I'm not going to buy any any time soon. So I'll just have to suffer! My life, SO HARD.