I have named this drink yet, but I think I’m going to call it Fuck It. It’s for one of those mental holiday days. Perhaps that could be it’s name — Wild Barbee’s Fuck It, I’m declaring this a Personal Holiday Drank.

This is what you need:

1 bag frozen pineapple
3 cups orange juice (and none of that concentrate crap, that shit’s nasty)
1 part triple sec
1 part vodka
Lots of ice

It’s for those days when everything’s just going really hella wrong.  Those days when you leave your phone at home; you trip going UP the stairs; you miss not one – not two – but THREE trains trying to get to school; you missed Lost on Tuesday night, and you’ve been so busy you haven’t been able to watch it yet, and your just about to go home to watch it when you overhear a spoiler from some rando dude on the train and you get so frustrated that you want to physically hit something while simultaneously cursing J.J. Abrams and his writers for creating a show that makes you hate yourself more and more as you watch it. Actually this post is about the degradation of Lost.  It drove me over to edge to declaring yesterday a personal holiday.