rainwolfkin

so, here i am, after yet another long day at the library, drinking my red stripe--jamaica lager beer (as the can reads) trying to assimilate all the information that i took in today but knowing that i'll probably lose it all somewhere in my dreamworld tonight.

i wish i had a good reason to like red stripe (like maybe i would if i had gone to jamaica or something). i once knew a boy who went to jamaica for a year or something and when he came back the only thing he drank was red stripe. i think he really liked it there. i had another friend who went to jamaica with her boyfriend--or what ever he was (sometimes it was hard to tell--especially when she was sleeping with me) and he brought back a bunch of hash wrapped in plastic baggies that he swallowed. he started to get sick on the plane though and had to vomit a few times seriously gross if you ask me. and no, i did not want any, especially after it had seen all of his insides.

damn, i've gotten all drunk and vulgar...