Thursday, August 04, 2005
So, while at the store yesterday, I bought the ingredients.
The recipe obviously was for more than an individual serving, so I'll be enjoying it for, oh, the next two weeks or so. Unless I have some help. But, I'm not asking for that.
I once had a little voice in my head whispering "Pepsi" to me. I tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't leave me alone. I tried distracting myself, but I couldn't shake it. It kept compelling me, urging me, forcing my will to yield to it - and then I realized that the solution was obvious. I went to the grocery store and bought a small bag of ice, a novelty cup that said "Virginia is for Lovers" on it, and three liters of fresh, sweet Coca Cola to drown the foul screeching harpy-demon that had taken up roost inside my soul. It hasn't been back since.
Send me some.
By 1:54 AM, at