Outta Diet Coke

June 30th, 2006General3 comments

Breakfast of Champ-eee-owns.
(Courtesy of Cute Overload)

I reached into my fridge this morning and found zero diet cokes waiting for me.

“WHAT?! Where are my diet cokes??”

Seeing that there are less than three diet cokes in my fridge always immediately sends me to Ralph’s for more. I can’t believe that I allowed this situation to manifest itself.

“Do you have a roommate?” a friend asked.

“Nope.”

“Do you have pets?”

“Nope. Poltergeists maybe.”

Unless those elves that cobble shoes while I sleep decided to raid my fridge. They drink my soda and teach me about capitalism.

I was sitting in my car this morning driving to West Hollywood when I realized that I really love driving my car. I got this giddy feeling even while I was sitting in traffic with the air conditioning on. It was pretty strange.

I love my car. I love its shape, like a giant robot egg. Maybe it’s because I don’t drive very much, but I really love driving it.

Thanks to Kim, I know that the local DSW is open. I went inside and saw six pairs of running shoes I wanted to get. So I immediately left.

But I seriously need new running shoes. They say you should replace your shoes every 250 miles, although I think that number was made up by the industry. My current ones are beginning to lose their treads.

I think two pretty valuable lessons struck home today: One, I am not alone. And two, others have walked this path before and sincerely want to help show us the way.

These are really good things to know.