spilled milk
One of the things that I can do during this temporary hiatus is direct you to people who are writing about things that are at least as important as the things I write about. In that spirit, I present you with The Face of the Cookie, a friendly friend of a blog whose author (a friend of mine) I hope you’ll be seeing more from on Sin Pies. Here’s a sample if you need more motivation or you’re feeling guilty about leaving this site for another (understandable):
In general, I like people. Collectively, I mean. When I’m drinking, I really mean. When I’m intoxicated, I find people intoxicating, is what I’m trying to say. They make me feel drunk…with whiskey. What I’m getting at is people make me feel good. In an inebriated way. When I’m at a bar. With a drink in my hand. And a shot of something next to my hand. People make me feel like dancing and singing songs in front of a room full of strangers. People make me think getting a shot of tequila after three glasses of wine and four vodka sodas is a brilliant idea.
People lift me up where I belong.
People make me feel like I’m an engaging conversationalist and a thinker of genius things. People are my balm, my best friend, and my lover. People sometimes taste like rye and sweet tarts. I guess I’m a people person.
It must be because I’m Irish.”
Couldn’t have said it better myself. Who can’t relate to this? Seriously, who? And no, the person who wrote this is not the dream girl I wrote about before. That person doesn’t actually exist. I told you there would be a big reveal at the end of this post. Actually I didn’t say that, but I should have. What are you still doing here? Go read The Face of the Cookie!
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