Use Your Powers For Good

"You were finished long before we had even seen the start,

Why don't you stand up be a man about it,

Fight with your bare hands about it now..."

So I have taken myself away from Twitter for a few days to focus on what's actually real (And who is actually real) in life.

In the process, my Twitter followers [and you] have missed quite a lot of my life.

First of all - I'm moving.

BAM! I love starting off with big news!!! The bigger part? This week. I'm moving this week. Ohkay then. :)

My internet times are gonna be all kinds of messed up for a minute until I get Comcast to come out and install Wi-Fi for me at the new place, so until then I'll be spending time at Panera and stuff. (Good thing I love their coffee!)

Nextly, I guess it's just minimal stuff... went to the casino last night and had three wonderful martinis. There's this one guy who works downstairs who looks like a troll, but he makes the BESTEST martini's I've ever had in my life. (If you're a martini drinker, you understand.) I love mine a certain way. Extra dirty, three olives. [[Extra cold too, but that's a hard thing to do cuz sometimes people shake too hard and if you do that you're just diluting the vodka with the ice.]]

He makes a perfect martini, no ice leftover, not watered down, perfectly dirty. Perfects. :) He gets big tips from me every time...

So then Jenn and I went upstairs #cuzthatswherewehang and I ordered a martini from the chick bartender upstairs... it wasn't bad, but not as good as the downstairs guy. She shakes it too hard and didn't put in enough brine.

Apparently she was leaving cuz when Jenn went to get my third martini of the evening, this other bartender chick did not know what the fuck she was doing. Jenn ordered my martini, "Extra dirty martini, three olives." So what's this retard do? She makes a dirty martini with Three Olives Grape Vodka. *gag*

I told her to take it back and go back to school.

She came back, with basically half a glass full of brined vodka, three olives in the glass. Warm. No vermouth, no shaking over ice. What a dumb bitch.

How the fuck are they gonna let you be a bartender at a casino if you don't know how the fuck to make a martini you dumb mongoose?!

Ehh, I guess there wasn't too much else. I'll update again later.

I wrote a lot of poems and would appreciate comments on them... Have a read.

xoxox

::Edit:: I wrote more about my martini's than I did about moving. Loves it.