So i was sent a link to Wicked Wines.
Wines from Paso Robles called such clever names as "Dracula Syrah" and "Witches Brew" and made with little skulls on the otherwise all black label.
Seriously.
thats all it takes to make wine into something appealing to some sort of goth culture?
In that case all those little darklings that think they are being sooo deep and bougie should be eating Count Chocula with their Wicked Wine. Dracula Wine to go with Dracula Marshmallows makes perfect sense.
Meh, the marketing may be obnoxiously and mind numbingly insulting to the limited thinking audience but the wine itself might be well enough.
I hear the Vampire Cabernet is to die for...
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
what the hell did i start this for
Do i really need yet another venue to spew my musings? do people really deserve to suffer at the hand of my ramblings? Why yes, yes they do.
I'm trapped in my kitchen at the moment. The gates to freedom are heavily guarded by the workmen standing in my sitting room allegedly waiting for the "paint to dry". stupid paint and its lazy ass drying.
There should be an instruction manual on how to behave when people are working in your home. i don't know what to do with myself. Should i coldly ignore their existence? Should i stare and monitor their work? should i offer them a cup of tea? I have chosen the run and hide option but it has its downfalls.
I have been sitting on a stool now for 3 hours. Stools are not entirely comfortable. My legs are taking turns falling asleep. My tush fell asleep hours ago.
I have had 5 cups of tea. eh, who am I kidding that's normal. I should've been better supplied for holding up in here for hours. I have no food. I usually just go buy something around the corner but alas...Im stuck. Still I can survive on the tea...for now.
But most of all...I'm am so freaking bored out of my skull!! I can't get comfortable enough to get into my book. The internet has some serious lack of interesting on it right now (which I am clearly adding to). I'm too self conscious to watch anything with sound on my computer...brahma forbid the workmen who dont speak my language judge me in a negative light!
Apparantly this has been time that would've been better spent in some sort of therapy.
I'm trapped in my kitchen at the moment. The gates to freedom are heavily guarded by the workmen standing in my sitting room allegedly waiting for the "paint to dry". stupid paint and its lazy ass drying.
There should be an instruction manual on how to behave when people are working in your home. i don't know what to do with myself. Should i coldly ignore their existence? Should i stare and monitor their work? should i offer them a cup of tea? I have chosen the run and hide option but it has its downfalls.
I have been sitting on a stool now for 3 hours. Stools are not entirely comfortable. My legs are taking turns falling asleep. My tush fell asleep hours ago.
I have had 5 cups of tea. eh, who am I kidding that's normal. I should've been better supplied for holding up in here for hours. I have no food. I usually just go buy something around the corner but alas...Im stuck. Still I can survive on the tea...for now.
But most of all...I'm am so freaking bored out of my skull!! I can't get comfortable enough to get into my book. The internet has some serious lack of interesting on it right now (which I am clearly adding to). I'm too self conscious to watch anything with sound on my computer...brahma forbid the workmen who dont speak my language judge me in a negative light!
Apparantly this has been time that would've been better spent in some sort of therapy.
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