when oh when where oh where how oh how.

there you go - a lament for you. but a well-meant lament. i'm not really down. more like up-side down. mixed up like batter. muffin batter that has pockets of baking powder still floating in it. you know the one - so when you bite into it, it seems all nice and perfect, but underneath (or rather, a few bites in) the flaws appear.

but flaws are appealing, aren't they. or is that endearing. yes, they are endearing. the scars that allude to resolve through adversity, the lines that remind of laughs - these are the things that make us delightfully human. and if that sounded overly schmaltzy, well, that's because it was. aparently i am in the mood to be all dewy-eyed today. and by today i mean tonight, as it is once again later than it should be.

so am i overly sentimental because i should be writing about beer? perhaps. it would make perfect sense in this cruel, cruel world that the one night i am supposed to pen sharp witticisms about brew-drinking, i am instead spurting forth dull-minded girlicisms. it's like i should be doodling in the margin of this macbook, dreamy nonsensical things, or my name over and over in childish cursive. not that you can do that on a computer. but oh, imagine that you could.