i heart red stripe

i am buzzed right now. i decided after surviving a full wk at work, i'd reward meself with some delicious & refreshing jamaican lager aka red stripe. i love this shit. the first time i tried it was back in geez, i dont even remember, maybe 2002 or 2001? i had just started dating rhonda and i remember after 2 i was gone. i've always been a light-weight when it comes to liquor. pot was more my calling. ha! i can't smoke anymore though. i smoked a few wks ago when i went back to orlando but felt guilty, stupid and just happy that the weed isn't my life anymore. i must admit it's kind of nice to be buzzed right now. everything is just so *there*. i can feel and hear everything. i have realized over the past few days that i'm so glad i took the trip to orlando. i needed it more than i realized. is there a saying tha tgoes, "you can never go home again"? if so, it's so true. i had a blast with my sister + her kids but more importantly, i realized i don't belong in orlando. my friends h & r are still where i left them and i can't go back there. e is in school and i love her for that. more than she'll ever know she's my inspiration/fuels me. i don't think fear exists in her vocab. she gave me 2 books while i was down there and it kills me that her books are always margin-noted with words she looked definitions up for. ah! priceless that she actually looks words she doesn't know up in the dic. more bonus points for you, e!

myspace posting while buzzed is almost as bad as drunk dialing. thankfully i clicked cancel but hey, whatever i say or do i can always blame the alcohol.