Soda! So-da! SODA! 2003-01-21 - 11:16 a.m.
I'm feeling better today, I promise. These momentary lapses into cruddiness do happen.
Hmmm. A Coke truck just went by on the main road. Are there such things as vanilla Coke trucks? What if there was a contest in which one could win a lifetime supply of vanilla Coke? Would they deliver it to your house all at once? Because in the wisdom I have gained from working at a grocery store the past three summers, I know that soda has expiration dates. Amazing, isn't it? One particularly crabby old lady pointed out one time that the store's Pepsi display was full of expired soda. Why anyone would want to drink Pepsi anyway is completely unknown to me, but well, in my opinion a lifetime supply of something useful like vanilla Coke would best be delivered in installments, to avoid any chance of expired soda. Why in the world I've just spent a paragraph talking about soda I have no idea. And it is "soda" by the way, not "pop". "Pop" is the thing you do to bubble wrap.
Uh. Yes. I really want to see "Chicago" now, dammit. Stupid Hickville movie theater. Gah. But I'll be home in less than a week. Positivity, right? Haha. Positivity is a dirty word.
Time to go watch "High Fidelity". Man, I really need to go home so I can go back to work and not sit on my ass at 11:30 in the morning talking about the expiration dates of soda.