Thanks to The Lizardman, a case of (plastic) Jäger shot glasses just arrived on my doorstep, so if you're having shots at the bar, that's what they're served in (unless I find out that there's some legal reason we can't pour into them in which case we'll figure out a new and sneakier plan).
Other than that, like everything else in this world, the events surrounding my life feel like they're polarizing. They're either amazing or they're totally fucked, with very little in between. Still more are on the amazing side when it comes down to it, but I am very very unhappy at some of the things that are important to me being manipulated by others on over to the “fucked” column. It's sad to things see things you believe in being spoiled.
Note: There are a lot of things going on in my life. A ton. We do a lot… but no one other than Rachel knows all of them. So if you think this entry is talking about you, odds are it is not.
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