A while back, I went on a hunt for some really good vodka with KK. It’s a vodka that is special ordered for a bar somewhere on capital hill. Only one, ok two, liquor stores in the state of WA carry it. Since the liquor stores are run by the state, they can tell you things like this. It’s called Bison Grass. I’d provide the link for you, but I’ve just had a very strong cocktail using my Bison Grass vodka. Oh dear, I just gave away the ending. We found the vodka. Well, we put ourselves down on the waiting list, and then they called us, and then we found the vodka. It has a slight cinnamon taste to it. Makes a good White Russian. I, however, make an accidentally strong White Russian.

Oh well, I guess it’s not that good of a story. I only had one cocktail. Who knew it would be so much stronger than the ones in the bars. I don’t drink very often. What’s more, I’m lying on my bed typing sidewise, which shouldn’t even be attempted under the most sober of circumstances.

I had a fight with a friend. I don’t even know if we’ll be friends anymore. This has nothing to do with the cockytail. It’s just an aside, because it’s very sad. I’m a little worried about it. And Pru is trying to sleep on the keyboard.

Have ya’ll seen that show on TLC called Miami Ink? I kinda like it. Tattoos are cool.

‘night!