Damn You Amy
I mentioned to Amy yesterday that the vending machine at work was out of Diet Coke. You know, the Diet Coke I'm trying to wean myself from? You know, the one with the BPA-lined cans, and filled with aspartame? Right. That's the one.
She said, "You know those things are not good for you, Miss Organic."
And it struck such a chord with me. Here I'm go out of my way -- way way way out of my way to eat organic and not use plastics in the event of possibly ingesting something harmful, and here I am knowingly consuming something I know is harmful. Counter studies be damned. There's a reason why this stuff is that addictive -- it has to be bad for you. It just has to.
And now I can't think about Diet Coke without singing the song from Sesame Street, one of these things is not like the other...
Damn you Amy.