First of all, I want to point out that nowhere does it
say I wasn't allowed to enter. So, by entering I
didn't break any rules at all. In fact, I made sure
not to break any rules by using someone else's name.
But, like all great plans, mine had one flaw in it. I
didn't count on my sneaky partner to double check
where the emails were coming from. I thought I could
make up a phony name and enter without her knowing.
But I got busted. Oh yeah, I got busted big time.
She called to read me the entry I sent in. As she's
talking, I start to get this funny feeling like she
knows I wrote it. So then she asks if I know how it
ends. Gulp. Busted. I tried to hold on to my
innocence, but nope. She didn't buy it. So, that's the
story. I didn't win because although my day was pretty
shitty, although not quite as bad as Sylvie's (I feel
for you honey, high heels, alcohol and your
boyfriend's obnoxious relatives don't mix. Bad kitty),
it was up there. You'll never get to read it though
because I wasn't allowed to enter and in a fit of rage
I deleted it. Because deep down, we all need temper
tantrums. Okay I need temper tantrums.

Gin

Gin, oh gin, my fresh juniper friend
Warm me with your crispness
Bake me in your loving arms
And let me fall asleep gently
Snoring in my beloved's ear

I wrote this smashed out of my freakin' skull last
weekend. I don't remember when, all I know is that I
woke up and there it was, blinking at me from across
the room. How did the laptop get into the room in the
first place? I have no idea. Must be the bastard
faeries again. When I catch them...

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