Somedays are better than others, I’m sure this goes without saying. For the most part, I think of myself as a fairly tolerable person who has a high breaking point.
I woke this morning in a rather content mood, however by the time 8:22am rolled around, I needed a beer.  I’m not the kind of girl that normally drinks before noon (vacations and all-night binges exempt), but there are instances that I get so razzed, I find myself turning to the bottle (not the hard stuff, just good cheap beer).
Oh Rolling Rock, why must you be uniquely American?
How this Canadian girl’s heart belongs to you… *sigh*