A really great liquor store opened in my 'hood this week. (Point of reference: I define “really great” as having a lot of unusual dark import beers and cabernets.) They've been having tastings all week for their grand opening. Monday was Indiana micro-brewers. The place was packed, so I only took time to sample one, but I did purchase a couple of foreign yummies instead.
- Melbourn Bros Strawberry Ale: Sweet hell, this is delicious! I'm not a fan of fruity beers. (I especially abhor those of the Raspberry and Cherry varieties.) In fact, of all those I've tried, Pyramid Apricot Ale and now this one are the only ones I've been able to finish. There is an assload of flavour to MBSA. I'll attribute it to the real juices used. Terrific. Pity there was but one bottle left. Now that I've had a taste, I want more.
- Kapuziner Schwarz Weizen: Er, whoops, I haven't tried this one yet…
More on it later…
I did not attend French Wine night Tuesday, nor Bourbon night this evening, though I'm curious what the rest of the week might have. Fun, fun! If my stomach doesn't start burning like a firery pit, I may start drinking again. Responsibly, of course ;)

I have zero downtime at work, but that doesn't stop my mind from wandering. (Luckily, it hasn't effected my performance. *crosses fingers*) While clacking away at the typewriter (they ARE still made!), I come up with some goofy observations on bizarre subjects. I laugh out loud sometimes and I'm sure that cackle re-enforces my coworkers thoughts that I could “pull a Columbine” at any moment.
BUT, I get home, boot up and… draw a complete and total blank. Talk about frustrating! I guess I am going to have to revert back to the bohemian habit of carrying a little notebook with me everywhere. I did this from about age 13 to 23. I'd jot down random thoughts, crap poetry, doodles. (I still have some of those embarrassing tomes. Get enough liquid courage in me and I might share! Oh the horror!) I really don't even know why I stopped using my little splotchy pads. (Haha, ladies, that sounds all wrong, doesn't it?) Was my head that empty suddenly? (Purely rhetorical, folks! ;)) Anyway, I know I can't continue like this… as said, [sic] I have to get rid of some of this shit in my head to make room for more.

I just erased over six years of my life. Figuratively, of course. I manually deleted more than six hundred entries in this journal so that I would feel comfortable using it again. Yes, it was that important to me. There were some very painful moments chronicled that I didn't want to ever be tempted to read again. Oh, sure, there were a few posts I kept, marking them as private because they documented pivotal moments in my life or because they were so poignant I couldn't bear to lose them forever.
Otherwise, this is yet another fresh start. (What a better time than the new year?) I know I seem to do this often, compulsively perhaps. This time around, it is more like reverting back to the person I was- the things I liked about my style of writing, about myself, about journaling in general.
If you're reading this, we've probably had eachother 'friended' on LJ for quite some time. (You might remember me as glossypout, istigkeit or __anastacia__.) I want to reconnect. I hope you do too.

(To make things easier, I'll likely crosspost entries between here, my Vox account, and the Wordpress blog on my personal website. Thank _insert deity here_ for import tools! :))