finch_fletchley @ 2003-08-26 17:07:00

Current mood: stressed

What?
Well, I knew it was only a matter of time before my computer would try to do me in. Everything else in this house has; I've had to beat the toaster oven into submission more than once, I'll tell you. This morning my dad and I went shopping for new shoes, since I threw my good boots at the neighbour's cat after she tried her voodoo on me, and when I got home somehow my computer was turned on, and somehow there was this message in the Notepad programme:


1/2 oz. Vodka
1/2 oz. Gin
1/2 oz. Rum
1/2 oz. Tequila (optional)
1/2 oz. Triple Sec
1 oz.Sweet & Sour

Top with Coke
Garnish with a lemon twist
</blockquote>

I wonder what it's trying to tell me.

Comments:

onourbrooms @ 2003-08-26 08:39 am UTC

The fates are telling you to have a drink. Isn't it obvious?

turpinol @ 2003-08-26 09:44 am UTC

Turn to booze?

seekercho @ 2003-08-26 12:52 pm UTC

Cats know voodoo?

And that is a good drink. My mum can make that. Too bad I won't be going back to school this term or I would show you how to do it too.

sinistra @ 2003-08-27 12:08 am UTC

Pull yourself together, man, or at least remember the tequila.