Schemes and Diet Coke in a Can

In the broad scheme of things, I was altogether way too hopeful in thinking that I could think of something to write for this blog.

SO, my dad is not too happy about my new osbsession: Diet Coke. It's actually really good, which is odd for me to say in a can, because most coke in a can tastes like, well, the can. But it's really good. I've already had two today... and Dad said he's not used to sharing his coke and doesn't like the way it's disappearing.

ZOME... I'm going to die. I'm going to get aspertaine poisoning. I'm addicted to it, and I'm going to turn into that one lady who died of aspertaine. OH MY. I mean, I could totally drink 2 more easily. Didn't I learn? Kimberly used to drink 5ish sodas a day, and now she has some kidney problems (on the DL).

HAHAHA! Chef Ramsey and some stupid guy with a Brooklyn accent are having a row. The guy is swearing and cussing and telling Chef Ramsey to take it outside (as in fighting. hahhahaha)

Sate sate sate (sp?),, InkHeart was a pretty good movie. 'Cept Gwin looked like a weasel... nothing exciting or at ALL like he should look. And it ended a little differently because you could tell that they weren't going to make a sequel and wanted to tie up the loose ends.

I gotta go make dinner so I can babysit at 7.

Andrea OUT.