you've officially entered my journal, my diary, where i dump everything i think, feel, bottle up. maybe it's an overshare, but who cares? nothing matters anyway. (layout not mobile friendly!)

you would think I could cleanse my heart and soul with a big gulp by now with how often i suck these babies down. this compulsory habit is embarrassing and liberating all at once. who cares if the aspartame in my giant soda takes years off my lifespan? the guilt i feel after buying my second double-extra-large big gulp is trumped by the wave of serotonin that takes over my body when i take my first desperate sip of this fucked up drink. if i end up hospitalized tomorrow, theyll have to hook me up to a diet coke big gulp I.V. or else I might die. This habit has become so engrained in my lifestyle that I've simply lost all shame, i'll shout from the rooftops that I'm a disgusting big gigantic gulper that has developed diet coke aspartame related stomach problems. sue me.