i was back at the red eye cafe in downtown indy this evening… er, well i guess it was earlier this morning.
(holy frick, it’s 4 am)
(i hate insomnia)
i had not only the best scrambled eggs i have ever eaten, but also the best orange juice i have ever, uh, drinken.
drunk sounds bad when you’re not talking about actually being drunk.
but drank sounds… wrong.
i’ll stick with drinkin.
there it is again.
we as a society need to band together and create a better vocabulary for drinking things and for love.
we use the same word, “love”, wether we’re talking about the person we are all gushy-mushy for, the person we’re peering over a casket at after 60-some years of marriage, and orange juice.
that does not speak highly of us.