Pepsi has a billion dollar sweepstakes going on right now and I honestly feel that, even w/o collecting bottle caps or typing codes on the internet, I should be awarded the money. Here are a few reasons why:

1. I drink a lot of Pepsi.
I buy two six-packs of mini Pepsi every week. I then pour the fizzy goodness from the bottle into one of my lovely Pepsi drinking glasses. So, not only do I support their product – the cola – but I support the brand name, as well. I also only buy Pepsi when going into convenience stores and tend to eat at restaurants who serve Pepsi products instead of Coca-nasty-Cola.

2. I’m good PR.
Everyone who knows me knows that I drink Pepsi and only Pepsi. Therefore, I am touting the product’s delicious flavor. People must think, “Hmm… if she only drinks Pepsi and nothing else, it must be good! Eureka!”

3. I got screwed out of stock.
My grandmother is weird and the ONLY gift I’ve ever received from her, w/ the exception of a homemade nightgown or two, is stock. When I graduated from college – the apex of my short little life – I received … you guessed it! Stock! Much to my dismay, the stock was for the Coca-nasty-Cola Company! Ugh! Does my grandmother know me at all? So, you see, I have deep wounds that only Pepsi can heal.

4. I’m a nice person.
I seriously am. I’m nice to everyone and there’s not one mean bone floating around anywhere in my body. I’d do good things w/ a billion dollars. I would save animals and rain forests. I would feed starving children and figure out how to put homeless people to work. I would buy my parents a house on the beach, get them puppies and a boat. I would buy my brothers cars and pay for their education. I would buy Shel an HDTV and my grandfather a golf course. I would quit my job at Hell-Rom and finally go to law school. I would put down in writing that I would do only good things, and that would make me a fantastic spokesperson. Imagine… a rags to riches story of how a young girl struggling to make it in the world had her life transformed by her love of Pepsi. Pepsi would earn their billion dollars back in a week or two because of the emotions provoked by my story and peoples’ desire to have something – anything – to do w/ me, even if it was only buying a bottle of Pepsi.




I’m really happy today despite it being Monday. BLAH. Monday.

Haha.

I’m starting to make peace w/ the situation in which I find myself. By accepting what I cannot control, it allows me to not be so wrapped up in it. Instead of being at the forefront of my mind, it’s just a thought only slightly more important than the million other thoughts racing through my head every day.

Guess where I’ll be in FOUR days!!! Charleston!!!


I had the most horrible time trying to make a whole chicken. It was traumatic, to tell you the truth. Who knew how much like humans raw chickens would feel? I just couldn’t bring myself to gouge inside of its little body and pull its gizzards out. That, and I couldn’t find the hole from which to pull them… I learned a lesson, at least: never attempt to make a whole chicken ever again.

I talked to my grandfather today for a little bit. He is so fantastic and I absolutely adore him.


Neon shines through smokey eyes tonight
It’s 2 A.M., I’m drunk again
And it’s heavy on my mind

I could never love again
So much as I love you
Where you end, where I begin
Is like a river running through

Take my heart, take my eyes
I need them no more
If never again they fall
Upon the one I so adore…

Excuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong?
‘Cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart
My Grace is Gone
Another drink and I’ll be gone

One drink to remember
Then another to forget
I think of every day to find
A love like you again

One drink to remember
And another to forget

Excuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong?
‘Cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart
My Grace is Gone
Another drink and I’ll be gone
One more drink and I’ll move on

You think of things impossible
Then the sun refuse to shine
I woke with you beside me
Your cold hand lay in mine

Excuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong?
‘Cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart
My Grace is Gone
Another drink and I’ll go…

Excuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong?
‘Cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart
My Grace is Gone
Another drink and I’ll move on
One more drink and I’ll move on
One more drink, my grace is gone.


What a day. Not necessarily a good day, just a day.

I have fluid in my equilibrium, which, on rare occasions, makes me terribly dizzy. Today is one of those rare occasions. I feel like the room is swaying from side to side and there are speckles of dark and light in front of my eyes. I have a slight headache as well. I used to get like this on a more frequent basis when I was younger. I’d have to stay home from school and I would lay on the couch while my mom would bring me all kinds of goodies. The Dizzy Days – what we used to call them – started to occur w/ less frequency when my eardrums burst allowing the majority of the fluid to drain from my inner ear canals.

Shel and I are having a bit of a rough day despite its really nice start. My job causes me endless grief and it’s become a little much for him to handle. He feels that I’m no longer the person I once was as a result of my job frustrations. On one hand I’m offended and hurt and everything in between when he says that. On the other, I’m totally sympathetic; why should he have to stay w/ or be w/ someone who has changed in such a dramatic manner that he wouldn’t have been interested in her had she always been like this? So, I’m torn as to what to think and feel and do.

The nail polish on my right index finger has begun to peel, not on the tips as I would have expected, but beginning at the nail bed, which is quite odd. When I get home I’m going to repaint that spot.

Shel and I have hair-do appointments on Saturday morning. I have no intent to get mine cut, but Lynnie’s anxious to color it again. I think I’m going to go a tad more red this time. I’d love to be a redhead.