Hey, jp!
I'm sitting here with something called Tequiza. DAn brought it home yesterday. It's sorta like sweet beer with lime.
I don't know how I feel about it. MAy have to drink a couple to tell.
I'm out of wine.
I have a real dislike of healthy people and I get this little moment of joy, well- not really joy- but satisfaction maybe, when I read about someone dropping dead while running. This is reprehensible of me, I know. I'm ashamed. BUt it's the truth. I like it when perfect people's faces break out, and when smart people fail a test, or make an error, and when dancers trip or singers miss a note.
If this is not normal, then I'm in deep doodoo as a human being.
Of course, if I like you, if I am connected with you in any way, then I don't have this despicable reaction. I make lots of excuses for my friends and defend them vigorously, but not because I'm loyal or noble. No, it's because I get some of your glory when you succeed, and conversely and unfortunately, I have to suffer your embarrassment when you fail.
Now you know why X calls me those terrible names. I am evil and deserve them.
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