late news

a week back i was reaching for my shot glass and brandy when i cut my finger real deep on glass.
i was dry sober so i remember how
it hurt so bad.

i almost fainted; i guess since then i am only able to drink wine.
i'm sure i'll get over it soon enough, but as insensible as this sounds:
i think this proves i'm only a tequila girl.

i need to get over drinking it is too dramatic for my liking;
it's a good thing i've become afraid of opening my bar cabinet.

in other news
i am reading more about old Mexican folk tales

there's this belief where my parents grew up that witches came by night to suck up baby blood. In order to keep this from happening, the elders would order that there be scissors hanging by the room in which the baby was sleeping. This apparently kept them away.
The logic to this; well these things never follow logic, it's always fear and hope.