lemuse

In the midst of an on-going 48+ hour binge, I decided to blog a bit_somehow reflection comes so naturally when mixed with rum. During this time, I have realized life is so much more manageable when you can't remember it. Of course, this leads me to question whether or not I am living at all, but that is another matter entirely (or is it). Regardless, I prefer humanity served in a tall, chilled tumbler with a jigger of gin on the side; or, if I am not drinking pilsner out of a pint , you will, I ensure you, find me downing the martini (dirty, of course) of mankind.

However, let me digress for a moment. I am not, as it may seem, an alcoholic; nor do I need "the sauce" to survive. And in fact, many moments are best remembered as moments uninterrupted. All I am trying to say is that the ho-hum and hum-drum is so much better when high on hooch_when the menial and, more often than not, meaningless can be muddled with mint.

But enough about thatthis broad is off to the bar; besides, I am the belle of Breen's (not really, but I can pretend this beauty and the beast story has a happy ending).