Pygmania

"Too much of anything is bad, but too much of good whisky is barely enough." Mark Twain "The light music of whisky falling into a glass - an agreeable interlude." James Joyce "Always carry a large flagon of whisky in case of snakebite and furthermore always carry a small snake." W. C. Fields "I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis." Humphrey Bogart 's last words "Whisky is liquid sunshine." George Bernard Shaw "The water was not fit to drink. To make it palatable, we had to add whisky. By diligent effort, I learned to like it."   Sir Winston Churchill "There are two things a Highlander likes naked, and one of them is malt whisky." Scottish Proverb "May the enemies of Ireland never eat bread nor drink whisky, but be tormented with itching without the benefit of scratching." Irish toast "Whisky, drink divine! Why should drivelers bore us With the prais

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aunque/because you are sleeping in the next room, i must post this screenshot right now, lest i forget...

First off, let me apologize for not posting as regularly as I said I would. I suck at blogging. I am not made for this digi-generation, I know. I would be better set with a nice Morse code message (remember??). Anyways, this is my attempt at constructing a hasty summary of The Hard Time of A.G. Comiskey. 1) I found an apartment!!! I'm leasing a place for a year with josh, Sean's older brother, mainly out of convenience (since we've been living together for about 2 months now anyways). Also, now I can trap Sean into gay marrying me and making me a real woman. Fuck yes. Anyways, the address it 289 Classon Avenue, it's in Brooklyn - border of Clinton Hill/BedStuy (but obviously I'm going to pretend I'm Biggie and say I live in BedStuy) right across from Pratt. Third floor walk-up, two bedrooms, big kitchen/living room area, exposed brick in every room, hardwood floors, fire escape from my room which faces south I think. I think you'll love it, I'll take pic