Johnny Rockstar

I found Fagyo! I haven’t seen the delicious Detroit-produced nectar of the gods since I moved down here … until yesterday that is. I was pursuing the drinks cooler at the drugstore while waiting for a prescription to be filled when I stumbled upon several flavors of Faygo. You can imagine my astonishment. There were four or five flavors but all I remember are Rock & Rye, Moon Mist and Grape. I bought two cans of grape on the pretense that I’m sick and need to be drinking lots of fluids. Faygo! Can you believe it? Faygo Cola is my all time favorite cola flavor—hands down it beats Coke and Pepsi. I’ve already found a Kroger that sells Verners, now I have a Faygo resource. I’m practically back in the Midwest. Too bad they discontinued Arctic Sun, or I would be requesting the drugstore stocks that one.

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I have a bad feeling that I’m getting sick. Two days ago I noticed a very light soar throat. That spread into my inner ears as an annoying itchy feeling. Now, I’m getting that nasty run down feeling. I’m going to spend my evening on the couch taking in fluids then go bed early tonight and hope for the best.

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After an expensive trip to the vet and a bit of a messy weekend the dog is finally better. Apparently she’s feeling good enough to swipe hotdogs off my plate when I’m not looking. All my sick-puppy sympathy vanished the moment I saw my delicious hot rolling around on the floor.

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My puppy got sick last night, real sick. I’ll spare you the gory details, but I will say that I had to clean up several accidents in the wee hours of the morning, and at one point she was in the front yard with ickiness coming out of both ends. Sometime around five this morning we stopped making emergency runs outside, which I take to be a good sign. However, usually when I’m getting ready for work she follows me around, but today she stayed on her bed until I called her to go outside. If she didn’t already have an appointment at the doggy doctor tomorrow, I’d be taking her in today. Here’s to hoping there’s no messes to clean up when I go home for lunch.

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I have a lot of pet peeves; my biggest one is probably people who walk through a door, step out of an elevator, turn down an isle at the grocery store, or otherwise move into a narrow access point and immediately stop thereby blocking all foot traffic while they try to decide where they want to go.

Coming in at a close second is celebrity gossip passed off as real news. I turn the tv on every morning and listen to the news while I get ready for work. I used to watch Good Morning America because it was the only channel I had—even though more often than not, I was annoyed by their definition of news, which consisted of entirely too much celebrity gossip and self-aggrandizing puff pieces about themselves. Lately, now that I have more channels to choose from, I’ve been watching the Today Show, which for the most part has been better, a lot better actually. However, I’m getting real tired of hearing about Michael Jackson. Every station, every morning talks about the death of this man who anyone should be hard pressed to deny was a washed up pedophile with an incredible dysfunctional family. Hearing some random personality theorize about where his severely effed-up kids are going to end up is not news. Telling me about the uprising in Iran is news. I hate you Good Morning America. And I’m getting closer to hating you Today Show. Bring back real news.

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