Monthly Archives: June 2014

So a couple of weekends ago, Muse and I got together for one of our usual writer’s weekends.

Amongst other–more important–revelations over that weekend, I learned that I don’t actually hate vodka and orange juice, as I’ve always thought since I tried it as a teenager, but rather that vodka is just a tricky beast that hides inside your drink, undetectable, and slowly takes away the ability to string a sentence together.

We spent the majority of the time drinking and watching Catfish (the documentary and then the TV show, because why not?).


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