(PLEASE READ THE POST FROM EARLIER IN THE EVENING BEFORE READING THIS OR IT WILL NOT MAKE SENSE....)

I just wanted to clarify something: I am drinking real beer. Not my pseudo-beer. ACTUAL BEER. I decided I need to clear out some leftover Labatte Blue before my new roommate moves in and sees them in the fridge and starts to think that maybe I'm some down and out floozy single mother who chain smokes Capris and yells all the time and has strange men over in the middle of the night who wear wife beaters and scratch their chests as they say "call me Uncle CharlieTomPeteKennyDaveHankStevie" and then I have to kick them out of bed early in the mornings 'cause I want to be on time to go pick up my welfare check and then run get my nails done and my roots touched up so's I can start all over again later that night at the local country and western bar. Blech.

So I'm drinking beer to fight stereotypes - power to the people!