Auf Wiedersehen, Coke

At some point during the past three days (Monday - Wednesday) I took a can of Coke to my car. The only logical guess would have been Monday morning, and I just didn't take the can into the museum with me, but both Tuesday and Wednesday mornings my drink holder was closed. I haven't even drank pop since I've been back, I've gone to Tim Horton's and just gotten a coffee. But at any rate, yesterday, while I was training for CPR and First Aid at the Dossin, my car was baking out in the hot summer sun. And in the meantime, this mysterious can of Coke exploded in my car. I was walking out after passing the course with flying colors (I only got one question wrong out of 45 questions), I noticed my windshield looked like someone poured water on it. I thought what the hell? But it wasn't on the outside of my car...I opened my door and found the nice splatter of sticky pop everywhere. It was disgusting and as I was driving home on Jefferson I thought of how beautiful the lake looked and how nice my car needed a bath. But I refrained from driving it in. Instead, I spent FOUR hours cleaning my dash and doors and windows, and I only stopped because I ran out of daylight. My first armour-all attempt failed. I have yet to go back and check on the second effort. I think the only success that could have possibily came was cleaning the windows. But my whole car just feels gross and nasty now. I'm hoping my valiant efforts in unsticking the stickiness proved successful, but with most things, only time will tell.

That was enough to make me stop drinking pop, at least on a regular basis. To start my new caffeine campaign, I had some tea this morning. We'll see how long I can kick the habit and keep it at the curb.

This ranks among the top i.m. convo's:
ryan: so i had no way of contactign you on sunday. i was goign to call you for a combination of sayign ahppy bi4rthday, and tryign to con you into a ride home from a show in mt clemens
ryan: so, happy belated birthday
amy: thanks, ryan
ryan: now youre even ollllllder
ryan: oh snap
amy: lol
amy: thanks for the reminder
amy: i appreciate it
ryan: anytime
amy: ha!
ryan: how old are you again?
amy: 25
ryan: ouch.
amy: shut up
ryan: lmao, im just fuckign with you
amy: yeah, i know. and you're still a little shit
ryan: lmao
ryan: dotn worry, im getting closer to 16 everyday
amy: what the hell? i am going to beat this kid's ass.

okay, i'm out. later, dudes.