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A mummy-hand holding, (former) biker gang affiliating, hippie influenced semi crunchy granola mom's ramblings and reminisings on an off-kilter life

Monday, November 19, 2012

Ode to a vice

Oh how I will miss your poisonous brew, Mr. energy drink. My nights of insomnia, my before dawn wake up, my long days dealing with hoards of cranky gang banging teens, my long drive down a cliff and into urban sprawl and famously bad traffic, my late nights grading essays, my pregnancy induced lethargy.... You can no longer cure my sleepy ailments and I must go it alone, barely awake, numb to the world, like a big, giant, round zombie.

Today, I decided to savor your syrupy heart racing slurry just one last time. I will miss you but it's for the better.


  1. I can honestly say that I have never tasted the stuff. Bad me?
    ~Naila Moon

  2. Naila Moon - I have not either! I was just about to write exactly what you did! Ha! I just assumed they were too sweet for my tastes and nothing about them looked enticing. I think after reading this, I'm glad. I've already got way too many addictions and bad insomnia :)