I’m having Halloween candy and Diet Pepsi for breakfast.

Diet Pepsi was a staple in our household when I was growing up. We are a Diet Pepsi people. My stepfather, Mike, has a sister, Jill, who works for Coke, and Pauline, my stepmother, worked for Coke for a short time as well. I wish I liked Coke! I would love to support the family, and I would love to be able to get my favorite beverage in more than one percent of restaurants. But alas, Coke makes me a little queasy.

DP, meanwhile, is some kind of life elixir. Mmm.

Places where you can get DP in my area:

[1] Wahoo’s Fish Tacos
[2] Koo Koo Roo (like Kenny Rogers Roasters)
[3] The gross popcorn-cafe at Target
[4] The so-so Indian buffet in Long Beach
[5] A lot of Mexican restaurants, but not Holy Guacamole dammit

Sometimes I just have to have it, and poor stevel has to eat in a yucky restaurant like El Torito. Why do only second-rate joints subscribe to DP? I don’t like the Coke-opoly. I wish there were choices of both beverages in every restaurant. I’m sure Coke would still achieve its same major success, don’t you think?

Wow, while typing this, I have eaten WAY too much of the Halloween candy Cindy sent us. Hey, Mom, remember how you kept our Halloween candy bags on top of the fridge, and we weren’t supposed to get into them without permission? Confession time. We were into those bags constantly. But as you know, we never touched the one-pound Hershey bar you kept up there for your own sanity. Respect. Or at the very least a recognition that our team effort to destroy all of the property you possessed in the name of “making things” was perhaps a little stressful at times. (You might have wanted to administer tighter inventory control over the boxes of cake-mix in the pantry, though. I think I am a lifetime addict.)