1 gallon burgandy wine (Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Rioja, Zinfandel, Shiraz)
4-6 oz (~1/4-1/3 c) Triple Sec
4-6oz brandy
6-8oz (~1/3-1/2c) orang juice
6-8oz grapefruit juice
6-8oz lemon juice
1 c sugar
cherries

WOOOOO

It's 9am and i'm fucking trashed.  my aunt makes this sangria with extra brandy.  oh yeah.

she has coasters because her ever-present beer sweats all over the tables.  what's cool about all that? she isn't a drunk and she makes quite a bit of money--the hard way (she's earned it all).  She's a licensed paralegal who runs a cattle ranch.

here at ( Read more... )

Been counting my blessings.  So so so many to count.

So Florida is nice.  Something like 90 outside.  The hurricane floods have receded.  The sun's out.

Yay.

I'm in Florida.  My VISA cleared.  There was a hurricane at night on the day I showed up.  I'm bored.  Everyone here is aging and aren't nearly as fun anymore.  I mean, same people, but everyone bickers because their lives have gotten harder.

Uhm 6 days and I'm outta here.  Uhhhhhhhhhh....

I'm so inspired, so dried of words.  Expression feels tedious, like a waste of time.  I haven't time to wallow.  But I have time to remember.  Whether cruising around town in a bus, fantasizing a memory as lengthened, or gazing into firey eyes, I fall back onto reminiscence.  So much time to recall, to reflect.  Wears you thin, though.  I ( Read more... )

My nerves are racked.  My jaw hurts, I clench it so much.  Craving a benzodiazapan.  Oh Jesus I'm a mess these days.

So, so, so close.  Test results are to be picked up today.  Hoping, hoping, hoping.

Might be positive for dormant tuberculosis.  I'm going to murder Katy, that latent-disease holding tank.  If it's not The Lord, then hope someone ( Read more... )

Everytime she laughs from afar, I hear a small, yip-dog barking, bringing me out of my Eleanor Rigby haze.  Something about that Vietnemese woman seems a little too real.  I return my thoughts to counting out fifty chickens per a box, one hundred pounds total.  The stout, gold-toothed Mexican woman holds the bag, counting outloud in Spanish.  They ( Read more... )

Leaving soon ==> feeling the inevitability ==> deduction that less work has to be done ==> laziness (and its acceptance).

Not good.

I better get some from a hot Australian man cuz the Akronites are trolls, trolls, trolls.

No car means I can't do anything.  But must do everything in a perfectly timed manner or Ooops! there goes an hour of the day.  One ( Read more... )