Hmm

[mrmer]

I'm drinking vodka and listening to Sarah Mclachlan. While doing any one of these things probably won't send me into paroxysms of melancholy, I've become rather certain that doing both of them will. I could begin to pose the usual existential hum-drum of "What do I really, really want?" or "What is it that will alleviate X or Y, bringing me Z?"

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[homotechnosex]

Turn off the Mclachlan! Vodka and her mix only during Lilith Fair festivals, and only because it greatly increases the chances of getting laid, or at least eaten out by a butch dyke.