crazy_liz flux 2003-ish. s___h & i are standing in our communal kitchen in the wee hours after a house party, sipping whiskey and waiting for the cheese on half a cookie sheet of nachos to melt, when in comes tiny crazy mousey liz of cloyne, carrying with her the glazed over look of someone who's roofied themselves on librium and vodka. she berates us as to the breakup of the party, and while we respond, proceeds to pick up one of our hard plastic sysco pint glasses and a butter knife, and attempt to cut it in half. s___h and i both stop talking, kind of dumbfounded, at the deliberate attempt to destroy our property, coupled w/ the awareness that she's not aware of what she's doing at all. 140728 what's it to you? who go blather from