You Know Your Addicted

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This afternoon, when my office ordered out for lunch, I had one simple request. Easy. Not At All Hard To Accomplish. Diet Coke. How hard is that? Even non-English speaking people manage to accquire and drink the stuff.

Twenty minutes after I requested the said drink, my office mate comes gently tip-toeing into my office and timidly peeked around the corner.


I looked up. SHE HELD A BOTTLE OF Diet Pepsi! "I am so sorry! I swear I ordered Diet Coke! Please don't be upset" she gushed. Rattling nervously about my desk, trying to right this horrific situation.

I sternly glared at her and made it known the only reason I was going to abide with this loathsome behavior was because she is a nice person. Not because Pepsi is good.

Actually, I laughed. I felt rather bad I had made my opinions of Pepsi quite so loudly known.

Lesson: Diet Pepsi tastes like cat pee.

2 Responses to “You Know Your Addicted”

  1. Blogger joy 

    how do you know what cat pee tastes like?

  2. Blogger Porkchop 

    I have a very vivid imagination that is linked to my taste buds, thanks to sisters who would crowd me into a corner, with threats of beatings on the head and make me drink LEMON JUICE.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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