I normally only allow myself about 12 ounces a day, but ever since my roommate robbed the Coca-Cola truck, I haven’t been able to control myself. I’m not one hundred percent positive she lifted the truck or whether or not she just went to Costco, but we suddenly have tons of it. Maybe she won an under-the-cap game and from now on we’ll have a lifetime supply. I should ask to better prepare myself for the future. I’d like to be friends with my kidneys for a long time.

Awareness is the key to longevity I believe; knowing what’s good for you and what’s harmful in the long run, and what presently improves your peace of mind and state of well being. I do plenty of things that doctors would consider to be a major risk to my health, but I’m happy as a clam doing so, which in a metaphysical viewpoint, actually makes me a more healthy human being. I would consider riding in cars to be a health risk. Anyone can get a license (me) and drive at whatever speed they see fit and at anytime, my own vehicle could collide with any other and that would be it. Good-bye cool world, thanks for the Coke. And with this brooding mystery of when and how we’ll cross over, a question that dons our minds from time to time, I like to know I’m living each day as if it were the last, aside from the few things I would do should I ever find out it is my last day. One thing I would do is sky dive. That looks fun. I would also like to see Kuszak perform Kryptonite one more time, in a giant arena filled with hundreds if not thousands of people. Imagine how much energy he would have, and throw into the performance. I’d also like to cuddle a Panda bear. I know it’s probably unsafe, but it is after all my last day of existence and they’re so darned cute it pains me that I can’t go near them. In a similar vain I’d like to surf on the back of a whale like they do at Sea World. That also looks really fun.

I’ve got it all figured out. Because of this, life doesn’t suck. I happy knowing Jackie Chan will never return my phone calls. I happy knowing I’ve recorded a great interview video which I will never get off the freaking Mac computers (I hate them, but am happy with hating them). I’m happy with my band of puerto ricans, and newfound gang here at 3M. I’m happy with my blood type. I’m happy with my childhood. I’m happy I have this outlet to be random to remind me that worry is a sack of shit. I’m happy to be happy all the time.

Or maybe I’m just high on caffeine.

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