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put da lime in da coke you nut
Passion of the day: Diet Coke with Lime.
Putting the lime in the coke (you nut) was already genius enough, and now to jam it all into that tiny little word … diet … Somebody in the world got a promotion for this. How is it possible that 12 ounces of yummy lime-flavored goodness contains ZERO calories? And yet, contains enough caffeine to sustain me through the afternoon? I’ll bet channel 4’s Liz Crenshaw will tell me in a few weeks that this miracle drink causes blindness in asian women. Anyway, diet coke, whatever, who cares.
Last night I rented out the Clarendon studio. It was sad to kiss those gorgeous Indonesian hardwood floors goodbye, but getting the security deposit softened the blow for me a bit. And the girl renting the place is very responsible (and a gorgeous blonde to boot, fellas!) so I don’t think there will be any problems. Kevin got a renter for his place as well, so it looks like we’ll be celebrating this weekend! I went to pick up some papers for my renter last night, and Cliff, the “security guard”, smelled pretty strongly.. of beer. Hm. Our conversation went something like this..
J: Do you have a copy of the contractor release form?
C: …………the what?
J: The contractor form?
C: Oh that. Yesh. Hol’on.
J: Can I also get an extra vehicle tag?
C: A WHAT?!?!
J: ……. I’ll call in the morning.