Invention Corner - Gigglecandy

I wanted my first post to be really good. I was like, "man, I should start this blog with my friends and then we could pretty much just post whatever, that would be so rad!" I was gonna do it around one this afternoon, but I had to go to the front desk and be receptionist, so I didn't start til' half past two. So I got everything all ready, just all geared up, just happy to have such cool friends who'd be interested in just talking about shit for no reason, and then I just sat there. I just sat there, and couldn't think of one fuckin' thing to write about. I still can't either. I made some soup, and watched some television, and played Lumines, and I've been grinding my gears for a good idea to write about, and still, nothing comes up. All day, since like twelve.

One good thing, though? Gian got some Halo Farm juices. Halo Farm is a local microdairy, and you can just get milk and juices and some grain products there, all cheap, all good, just so delicious, it's nuts. Juice makes me happy; my favorite is grape, but at Halo they don't have grape juice, they have grape drink. I always giggle when I see it, cause what if one time, it turned out to be wine? You know, grape drink? I just think of some little kid coming in and reaching past the Sunny D, and grabbing some grape drink, and being a polite kid, he takes a cup out to his friends, everyone gets to quench their thirst. Then, shit kicks in, just kids drinking wine, not even knowing, being belligerent, breaking toys.

My grandpa pulled that trick on me when I was a kid, man. He'd drink a glass of wine some nights, and one time I asked him for one, and he just gave it to me. You never saw such a cocky little bastard. I even did that weird kid thing, too; my grandpa gave it to me, but I knew it was an Adult thing, so I felt the need to go into the other room and savor it away from watching eyes. I drank it, and it tasted like millions of hells coursing through my body. I spit it out into the trash can, and I came out and gave him the dirtiest look I could fathom, and oh, how he laughed. "I'm glad you drink it yourself, it tastes like crap!" I ran out of the house, like that was some kind of punishment to him. Yeah, I'm totally sure it sucked that the little brat ran out.

Anyway, this all actually does equate to something. I made a cocktail. I poured some grape drink into a half glass of wine, and it's so good. I have a good name for it, too: Gigglecandy. That's what it is, I'm not even kidding. It takes the mild bite of wine away, replacing it with the sweet delicious taste of grape drink, yet the alcohol still takes effect. I had two glasses and I'm already being very very silly, and I've again got that childlike naughtiness going on. You should see how proud I am, walking around, stirring my drink for no reason, chuckling at my own genius, just being a total lame-o. Keep this in mind, boys and girls. If you concentrate very hard, and put your mind to something constructive all day, maybe you can completely bypass your goal and come up with a stupid idea and bless it with a somehow even stupider name. I wrote a blog, didn't I? Thanks internet, thanks Gigglecandy, thanks Halo Farms, thanks Aaron and Chinese food, and thanks Jimi Hendrix, for playing right now and basically being a stone cold ice machine.