#hic!!

I never drink even enough to get tipsy - strictly a one glass sort - but my clumsy fingers’ propensity for typos, and my rush to post without proofreading, allows me to microdose on some aspects. I just noticed that in my earlier tags (on a very mushy, “I love my friends so much” post, no less) I noticed I did not say that I was choosy about my mutuals, but rather “I am chipset about my kutuals,” and I had a sudden vision of those words being pronounced happily and slurredly, stumbling in through the door in evening wear in defiance of the sun outside, and that honestly seemed about right.