Sunday, September 27, 2009

Diet Coke, I am your b*^ch





Is it so wrong?  This love?  I try to quit you.  I try several times a year.  And nothing at all comes even close to that happiness in a can.   I know you could cause me all kinds of peril and still here I am, digging in my purse through the receipts and lip glosses and gums that have unwrapped themselves so I can have you. Finally, feeling the world come into focus and my worries take a back seat to that bubbly cola sensation that is sweet but has a punch and a spicy quality and...let's face it, you're one of my only pleasures.  You'll never compare to my kids and my husband,  of course, because you cannot love me back and hug me and rub my feet and you aren't quite a reason to live.  There are so many reasons to leave you, aspartame and sodium something-I-can't-pronounce included.   You literally leach the life from my bones. But coffee, green tea, iced tea, black tea, herbal tea and other bubbly drinks don't hold a candle.  You call me from the shelves with your amazing case of 12 deal.  You beckon from the cooler with your well-lit, dewy cold silky smooth exterior.  You say jump, and I jump.  You say push me higher, and I push you higher.  One last time.

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