My name is...

Vanessa and I'm a Coca-Cola addict. It's true, I've known I had a problem for years, but have been in denial, since everyone tells me how bad it is for you and how it makes holes in your stomach and all that nonesense...which I obviously don't pay attention to. I finally saw the light on friday when I opened a twelve can pack early in the morning (well not that early just after my coffee) and by 7pm that day they were all gone...yes it's true I had 12 cans of coke on friday.

Usually it doesn't phase me when I polish off a 2 liter bottle in one day...that bottle doesn't seem to hold enough...but when I saw 12 empty cans that sent a message..granted not a message that I should stop drinking coke it was more of a I-need-to-get-my-butt-to-target-and-buy-more kind of message.

Coke it's just like the juice of the gods to me. Why does it have to be so damn good? It just brings happiness it makes me want to:

Buy the world a home

And furnish it with love

Grow apple trees and honey bees

And snow white turtle doves.

I'd like to teach the world to sing

In perfect harmony

I'd like to buy the world a Coke

And keep it company

Now....That's the real thing!!!

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