Ode to (legal) crack in a can.

i need coffee to jumpstart my morning. a hungover afternoon calls for the caffeine in a diet fountain beverage. but at night, my catalyst of choice recently is sugar free red bull. my first taste of the not-so-tasty-but-oh-so-fun-drink was from a british military guy in a 7-story club in london, while it was still illegal in the states. but i recently rediscovered the drink, and away we go...! one morning after a night of drinking at a citizen cope concert, i awoke to find my face cleared of makeup, my pajamas on, my entire apartment (all one room of it) straightened up. considering i had come home a bit tipsy the night before, i was shocked at my accomplishments. i immediately assumed that i must be becoming manic, but then i realized i had chugged 3 red bulls while at the concert (thank you, smedelicious). and thus the energy drink love affair was born.

the other morning, i awoke to find a sealed-and-addressed envelope to a distant relative. my red bull-fueled night mania was continuing. it's so a-some.

real drugs? so unpretty (most of the time). sugar free red bull? pretty as a picture. a really hyper picture.