Friday, Jun. 07, 2002 - 5:22 p.m.
I am sitting here at work listening to the Imperial March, which always make me want to strangle someone with my thoughts, and I am thinking about how much I want to go home.
Nothing much is going to be going on at home.. but as least I can take my pants off there. I could do that at the office, but that might be an example of something that is more fun to think about than actually do, much like taxes.
Speaking of taxes, I spent much of last weekend with the lovely Elisa. Alright I admit it, I spent all of last weekend with the Lovely Elisa. We had a hoot.
We also had a Vanilla Coke, which was less than a hoot. I should explain that I believe Coke to be concentrated Evil, while Pepsi is ambrosia. I thought perhaps the addition of a hint of Vanilla might change my mind about Coke, and since people were handing it out for free on the corner I thought what the heck.
I probably should have been thinking, "Should I take a beverage from some random person on a New York City corner," but I didn't even think of that until this very moment.
Anyway, with the Lovely Elisa at my side I rip off the cap of the VC (Vanilla Coke) and proceeded to quaf it like a mofo.
Apparently the Coca-Cola Company figures, who need a hint of Vanilla when you can add a butt load? So Vanilla Coke is like drinking Coke and having a Vanilla Extract chaser. Not what I would call good. The Lovely Elisa liked it though.
Is she strange or what?
