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It's slowly but surely becoming exceptionally nice in the city. After the long winter, everyone excited for some form of sun.

Unfortunately, when the sun comes out, so does the high pollen count.

Allergies have ruined my evenings more than once. Yes, I do take loratadine (the generic man's claritin), but I'm essentially required to take it every spring/summery day.

At least it's not plants uniting and plotting to get rid of mankind. Because, you know, that would be a lame blockbuster movie that I watched with my family on Christmas. And if plants are planning to do that, they should at least take out Paris before New York.

Happy Cinco De Mayo!

Not as exciting as St. Patrick's Day, but it's almost as good. This year, I hope to do the right thing and actually go get a margarita instead of a guinness.

Yes, I'm special like that. In 2008, I also went sake bombing on St. Patrick's Day. This is all because I stayed in on New Year's Eve in 2007, and that made me do backwards things for the holidays. Or something.

But yes, today's post is on tequila and its ability to make me want to punch more people. Particularly the person who would give me tequila because it's my least favorite of hard drinks.

(I wouldn't want to punch this bottle of tequila though since it's so festive. Look at its happy little sombrero and maraca. Such a cute, stereotypical bottle of tequila.)

I'd also like to punch Tila Tequila, but I think she would like that.

Who updates all the time?

Yes, I know. I hit myself daily when I don't update.

It doesn't mean that there are things I don't want to punch. It just means that I don't love you.