WHEEEE!
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I'm pissed. Enough so thatn I'm not really looking at the scfreen as I type. I went to a wine-tasting - there was a strange plastic surgeon man who thought that I was Spanish. Which is understandable as by that point in the evening I was randomly babblihng in Spanish. Anywya. mMM. Wine. Yes, very good wines. I tried all of them. Except possibly three. There were none of the spitty-buckets they usually hvae at wine tastings. I just ate a peanut butter roll. It was quite nice. Kent gave us a ride home. He said there was no alcohol in the car, because he didn't know we had all bought some. At the police checkpoint, that is. I wa slike "these are not the booze you're looking for..." Except I didn't say that out loud, because then the ywould have searched us. Instead, I tried to sit up very, very straight, and look very, very serious. They believed me. Except it didn't matter anyway because Kent hadn't had any alcohol anyway. But anyway. It was very important that I not seem so incredibly pissed. Man the livejournal holiday layout is pretty. I like the rainbow-y thingy. I think I'll go sleep now. Good night!