Dead Girls Don’t Dance

There will be no more Anheiser-Busch products in this house, now that they’ve been bought out by a bunch of bloody Belgians.

It’s a damn shame, too. Busch is much-maligned for being cheap, nasty beer,  but when the Busch bottling plant is a 20-minute drive from your house, it is fresh, crisp, and more flavorful than the flagship brand, Budweiser.

At any rate, I liked being able to get inexpensively silly drunk on a locally manufactured product made by an American-owned company,  and I can’t do that anymore.

If I want locally-made American beer now, I have to pay nine dollars a pint at  a microbrewery, AFTER paying a cover charge just get into the pub. I just can’t afford that.

So I’m drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon right now. Out of a CAN.  At least it’s American, dammit.

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NaNoWriMo is not looking so good. I have been consumed by sudden, inconvenient unemployment and the requisite spasms of breathless anxiety, drunkenness, and frantic OCD housecleaning with a toothbrush that all go along with joblessness for me.

My carefully laid plans are in shambles. My notebooks are mocking me.

If he was still with us, Henry Miller would just laugh at me. I shudder to imagine what Harlan Ellison would say to me right now.

I feel a big, slimy, wet mass of words swirling around in my head, trying to coalesce into something meaningful, but I’m afraid it has nothing to do with that story I want to write. Or maybe it does. I’m not sure.

FORMER goth princess, my ass.

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