Just say NO!

It's happened... I played with fire and I got burned.

This happens to a lot of pharmacists, I've heard. I mean, you're around these drugs a.l.l. d.a.y. l.o.n.g. You just can't help but help yourself, and before you know it, you've become a label. An addict.


Of course I'm talking about pop... or soda, coke, whatever you crazy kids are calling it these days. It started with my K-mart pharmacy rotation and carried over into my Food City rotation. I can see it through the window we have in our little pharmacy world, peering out into lots of caffienated goodness.
Diet Dr. Pepper has quickly become my favorite. But, as per the usual antics of an addict, anything will do... as long as it's DIET and NOT decaffeinated. These two things are important to me, but if I had to give up one, it would be the diet. GIVE ME THAT CAFFEINE, BABY!!!!

It's 2 months into this addiction and the costs of such are already rearing their ugly head. The obvious: MONEY! And the not so obvious for those whose vanity has not reached the sky rocketing heights of mine: yellowing teeth.

Yuck. I'd like to keep my money in my pocket and my white teeth in my ever-lovin' head. For now, I see nothing in the near future of kicking the habit. It sucks. My parents taught me waaaaaaaaa-a-a-aaa-ay better than this.

And please don't tell me that pop is a "gateway drug".

I can't handle much more of this down-hill living.