Target Audience

What was I doing at 2 am this morning?
No, not sleeping!
Oh, um, no, not that either, sadly.
I was writing a really bad post. Wanna read it?

Holy crap I've got to go to bed.
But, you see, I fell off the caffeine wagon today. I swear, I've been doing SO GOOD, seriously, like NO caffeine, but then I hit the Mountain Dew, and those little cute cans aren't fooling anybody, you just down 5 instead of 1; they're like shot glasses of battery acid.

This is like drunk dialing, this strung out post I've got going on here. I'll lose all your respect in the morning if I post this thing.

Yeah, I know. There was more, but do we need further evidence of what really goes on in my head when I think no one is listening?

I was also frantically searching through blogs and found a wonderful one which I have linked to on the right there. Lovely writing and gorgeous pictures. Go check her out, I command thee!

Clearly, caffeine, like alcohol, requires a little more time in order to work its way out your system.

As for those little cans, it's all a marketing ploy. I know this. I'll even stand in the middle of the aisle and calculate in my head the value, ounces to pennies, of the new 8 oz cans to the 12 oz cans to the plastic bottles, weighing the recloseable top over....
well, you get the picture.

I am their target audience. If it is cute, I will buy it. Mini cans/bottles, 100 Calorie Packs, mini-muffins. At least I recognize my weakness for all things cute. Which means once I have kids, I'm so screwed. Not only will I be powerless to deny their every whim, they'll probably be caffeine addicts at birth.