Rockstar Juiced

Dear Rockstar Juiced,

You're about to be going away from me again. I always try not to think about these times, but the more I get into you, your bubbly laugh, your sharp taste, the quicker you seem to be leaving. And I have so much to do, still. I was counting on you to be here.

Today when I picked you up, you were in a red can, all decked out, like I do when Jerry comes by and I slip into my little black number and rock out the Marilyn Monroe lipstick. I had to tell him 'No' this week, I just didn't have time for him with all this work, it being the end of the semester and all. But you called, and well, how could I not? Look at you, you're so coy, sitting there on the edge of my desk. You said something about being here just to give me a boost, with my active lifestyle, my busy days. Maybe you don't quite understand that "active lifestyle" feel like too much flattery to me, but it's nice to hear you talking like that--you have faith in me. You are so kind to turn a blind eye to the laundry strewn all over the floor and the fact that I haven't taken the trash out in three days.

I have this paper, see, for my German History class, and the truth is--I can confide in you, it's so sweet--I just don't care about the Weimer Republic. I know it's important how the Socialists and the Communists fought themselves into the ground, how all the art changed, how the economy was so bad that made gas today look cheap. What do I care, though? Really, I should have done all that research before, but I was busy, with, well... there was that dorm party, I couldn't miss that, and then there was that Project Runway marathon. I just didn't care about the paper. I care about you though. You sit there on my desk and I just want to kick back, show you all these funny things. Forget the paper. I just--I just--even though I know you're going soon, now that you've been here I just can't seem to look at anything for long. Nothing seems as good as you.

You're beautiful when you laugh, Rockstar Juiced. And you taste so distinctive, so... oh, it's Pomegranate, you say? Oh, I see now, this is your Persephone routine, and what, if I swallow enough you'll remember to come back? You go down all the right ways.

Shaking for you,
Noren