I feel so lame saying this, but I really am addicted to diet coke. Some people wake up and have several cups of some fancy gourmet coffee and wax on about how they just can’t live without their coffee. And while people who make this assertion can sound a wee bit pretentious, I can’t help but feeling a twinge of jealousy, because at least a dependence on fancy coffee is respectable, even somewhat cool. I instead, am dependent on an artifically sweetened, carbonated, not very cool beverage. Veronica in Heathers (otherwise known as Winona Ryder before the Marc Jacobs shoplifting debacle) said it best. I am a “diet coke head.”