Mood: Blargh Music: "In My Pocket" - Disney's Silly Songs Ugh ... I'll never eat that much deep dish pizza again. Well, for a while anyway. You see, when I was a kid, I had a lot of difficulty cleaning my plate. It wasn't that the food tasted horrible, it was just that I didn't like to eat. I'd have a few bites, not be hungry anymore, and run off to do other things. Well, my parents devised this ingenious plot ... ... unless I finished every last bit of food in my Happy Meal, I wouldn't get my toy. And damnit, it worked. I ate it all, I got my toy. I was happy. And now I have the mindset where, no matter how much food I'm given, I have fucking eat it ALL, in eternal pursuit of the Happy Meal toy that I shall never receive. But, you see, I can't go on eating unless I have something to drink. The second I run out of something to drink, I stop eating. I have to have beverage. But, my brother sees around this equation. So what does he do? He buys me the big, two-liter bottles of orange soda, so the fridge is always stacked with my beverage. Orange soda. I didn't really like it - or even Coca-Cola - at all until after I got back from Spring Break in Chicago. Coca-Cola became an acquired taste in Chicago - because, well, do you KNOW how difficult it is to find RC in Chicago? Anyway, as for Orange Soda ... Sunkist ... whatever? I have no idea how I started to like that. I used to not like it, but now I love it. What's up with that?