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fatespoken) wrote2011-01-04 10:26 pm
fatespoken) wrote2011-01-04 10:26 pm
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The easiest way to go about this would be to trash everything, but I know my wine, even more than I know my spirits, and it would qualify as a sin to waste it.
So I'm giving it away.
Half bottles, full bottles and quarter bottles of absinthe, Jack Daniels, gin, vodka, Hennesey X.O, and rum. The wine, a few bottles, is all from the Russian River Valley. If you're familiar with California, it's a wine appellation located in the northern area of Sonoma. The valley's known for Pinot Noir and Chardonnay, and ranks as the best wine you can buy. Trust me, I was raised part of the time at my father's winery in the Valley, and I started tasting stock for him at fourteen. I know enough about nuances and the difference between good wine and shit wine to assure you quality.
Even a sober bartender can serve you a great drink.
[ There's an extended pause as the curse kicks in. ]
I used to be fucking brilliant, you know. I wasn't always a minimum wage chump serving coffee and spirits. I studied astronomy and physics at UC Berkeley, taking third year classes second year. Even did an internship at Fermilab. I had things I was good at, things I was bad at, but if I knew what I wanted- what I loved, then I was brilliant. Give me pain killers and gut my social life, and I could earn the grades I earned. The kind a parent would hang on the wall if he gave a damn.
Sounds like a kid's pipe dream, but I wanted to wanted to become an astronaut. When I couldn't do that, I figured working at NASA would be enough.
Then I inherited my mother's job, and everything unraveled. Hard work's nothing. I can handle pain to a high degree. But when your body's made an enemy of itself, when you're too busy playing dream voyeur to manage more than a few nights of sleep a week, then everything compounds and you reach your limit.
I couldn't handle mediocrity, not when it wasn't my fault. That's what happens when you pride weighs heavier than dedication. So, I dropped out, and have bitched and moaned about it ever since. But I'm done wallowing. Time's not dispensable, as though something to be thrown away like styrofoam peanuts. You say you're stuck in a mire, but if you don't budge than you'll be there until you reach your end.
As trite as it sounds, something's more substantial than nothing. I'm going to learn to deal with mediocrity. Even failure.
First things first, this will be a fucking mountain to cross.
[ooc: Realizing you're in a different time zones sucks. Backdated to an hour and a half ago. ]
[ If you want to action any cursed meet-ups during the day, he'll be going from home-> stables -> coffee shop --> blue light --> home today. Feel free to bump into him anywhere. ]
So I'm giving it away.
Half bottles, full bottles and quarter bottles of absinthe, Jack Daniels, gin, vodka, Hennesey X.O, and rum. The wine, a few bottles, is all from the Russian River Valley. If you're familiar with California, it's a wine appellation located in the northern area of Sonoma. The valley's known for Pinot Noir and Chardonnay, and ranks as the best wine you can buy. Trust me, I was raised part of the time at my father's winery in the Valley, and I started tasting stock for him at fourteen. I know enough about nuances and the difference between good wine and shit wine to assure you quality.
Even a sober bartender can serve you a great drink.
[ There's an extended pause as the curse kicks in. ]
I used to be fucking brilliant, you know. I wasn't always a minimum wage chump serving coffee and spirits. I studied astronomy and physics at UC Berkeley, taking third year classes second year. Even did an internship at Fermilab. I had things I was good at, things I was bad at, but if I knew what I wanted- what I loved, then I was brilliant. Give me pain killers and gut my social life, and I could earn the grades I earned. The kind a parent would hang on the wall if he gave a damn.
Sounds like a kid's pipe dream, but I wanted to wanted to become an astronaut. When I couldn't do that, I figured working at NASA would be enough.
Then I inherited my mother's job, and everything unraveled. Hard work's nothing. I can handle pain to a high degree. But when your body's made an enemy of itself, when you're too busy playing dream voyeur to manage more than a few nights of sleep a week, then everything compounds and you reach your limit.
I couldn't handle mediocrity, not when it wasn't my fault. That's what happens when you pride weighs heavier than dedication. So, I dropped out, and have bitched and moaned about it ever since. But I'm done wallowing. Time's not dispensable, as though something to be thrown away like styrofoam peanuts. You say you're stuck in a mire, but if you don't budge than you'll be there until you reach your end.
As trite as it sounds, something's more substantial than nothing. I'm going to learn to deal with mediocrity. Even failure.
First things first, this will be a fucking mountain to cross.
[ooc: Realizing you're in a different time zones sucks. Backdated to an hour and a half ago. ]
[ If you want to action any cursed meet-ups during the day, he'll be going from home-> stables -> coffee shop --> blue light --> home today. Feel free to bump into him anywhere. ]
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[ A pause. ] Thanks.
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If you're sick already, why voluntarily kill yourself faster.
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If you know you're not going to die, why keep -I don't really know, but I don't think it's right to sit here and ask you why when there's a curse like this going on.no subject
That's right. Go away, Claire.
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[Which isn't a rebuttal. It's just a soft suggestion.]
I'll see you at work.