I hate you, Lindsay Lohan.

Okay, to be fair I don't actually know Lindsay Lohan; she might be a lovely person.  What I do know is that when I headed over to my local grocer for lunch I was hankering for a bottle of Kombucha.  And not the garbage kinds that are on the market right now that taste like watered down Crystal Light.  I want the real deal GT's Kombucha.  Thanks to that idiot GT's Kombucha "magic juice" is still off the market and I am still ticked off.  Seriously.  You are more likely to set off a SCRAM bracelet with a can of Fresca and a bag of Funyons than you are with GT's wondrous cure-all.