a poem by Heather Nicole
01/28/2004 09:46 p.m.
you see, Robyn was thirsty and Eric told her to get a Powerade from his fridge. she said, "I don't like Powerade." he said, "maybe Mark has a soda?" so she came back with one of my Diet Cherry Cokes. my very own, my own personal Diet Cherry Cokes. MINE. so Eric told me that, and I freaked a little, and Heather witnessed it all. and after reading my "oyster mouth" poem (and saying Leon Phelps would like to read it cause he'd like to say things like "filibuster"), she wrote the lovely poem you'll find below. and made everything in the world right and happy and joyous. and that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I am so glad she'll be my roommate next year. I laughed so hard I cried. here you go.

The Loss of the Diet Coke
(read in the voice of Leon Phelps, the Ladies Man)

You let her take my diet coke!
You son of a bitch.
My capsule of silver cylindrical sex in my mouth.
A flood of pseudo sweetness invades
the hole that is my mouth.
You let her take my diet coke!
That stupid bitch.
Thief of my one carbonated joy.
I hope you choke on my diet coke.
Because of you my despondency is terminal.
Because of you I have one less moment of bubbly goodness.
You let her have my diet coke.
She took my diet coke.
You are both sons of bitches.

I LOVE HEATHER!
I am currently Happy
I am listening to typing sounds