Denial is a beautiful existence...

My roommate has vaguely mentioned that he thinks I may have a wee bit of a drinking problem

I just dont see the need to constantly drink every night.

Side note: Ive had six beers while writing this post.

He might be right.

I like to drink. Who doesnt? (Uber self-righteous, right-winged religious folk thats whothose fascist bastardsgo drink a god damn beer, Jesus turned water into wine for Christs sakes!)

Any who.

It may have to do with the environment I was raised in, and not in a bad way at all.

Im catholic, my family is catholicthat is definition of we like our Jesus with a huge ass splash of Kahlua.

I dont find anything wrong with relaxing with a tall refreshing Budweiser after a long day of work. Especially when you work with kids.

Its your American right to drink whenever the fuck you want. Remember prohibition? Exactly.

And if that means slamming back several strongly liquored mixed drinks at a fancy restaurant, then so be it. And the drinks were free thats why I ordered so god damn many I said to the three guys (one being my roommate) calling me an alcoholic.

Free. COME ON! When shit is freeyou get that shit in triple. (The Jew inside of me was so proud that night.)

But in all honesty, Ive never thought I had an issue with drinkingactually Im quite good at it. So what if I buy cases in bulk? Thats just sensible shoppingold lady glaring at me in the grocery line.

And hey you dont memaybe Im throwing a huge ass party.

Im not.

Ah yes, denial is a beautiful existence.