They’re evil. Evil I say. Belli says she’s really frightened of me now. I’m giddy. Oh caffeine, how do I love thee, let me count the ways…
I’m fine. really.
BleuLlama handed me this strange can of pop to taste, it’s called moxie. Not like Moxie the canadian girls websites portal thing, but the soft drink. It tastes like that black licorice stuff you buy in a big box. I think my mom likes that licorice stuff… I seem to remember buying her boxes of that stuff when I was younger.
Anyhow, I didn’t like it, because I don’t like Black Licorice.
Can anyone else keep up with my thought patterns? I certainly can’t. I’ll just keep rambling endlessly for a while about absolutely nothing.
I wonder what a caffeine overdose is like? *grin*
Couldn’t be worse than that time in college when Strange gave me caffeine pills to help me stay up all night to study for the MIDI exam. MIDI was evil. Pure and true evil.