Coco
I spoz i never mentioned to you, Dearest diary and lone reader, that I have found the cure to the haze that surrounds my brain.
I have stumbled upon the elixir that makes clarity a concept in study yet.
I'm talking about caffeine people(/person)!
CAFFEINE. Oh what sweet hell it is.
Add a dash (oh say a lump or 20) of sugar and you're ready to speed off to the end of the world on a happy breeze or off a cliff of ecstacy, slowly spiralling down back into depression. The key word is slowly.
Coca-cola rocks man.
ROCKS.
I was never even a fan of cola in general...but this recent shift in affections is fully warranted. When a bottle of coke got me out of a jam...and I mean mundo trouble with conceptualizing a scientific treatise...and also secured me a date, that's when i pledged my all and allegiance to this haze-buster.
Cola, darling, I do. I do, everytime.
Now I see what all the fuss is about. Cola wars are completely justified.
Fighting for the deference of a meek consumer, sounds very chivalrious to me.
Fight away my monies obsessed Multis. Fight for my affection. My choice. For I am now a consumer!
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