i think i've become slightly lactose intolerant. this makes me incredibly sad. bah.

i always loved milk, even as a child. plain, with cookies, colored pink from fruity pebbles...all good. plus i thought it was super cool how i could drink chocolate milk in a bowl after eating cocoa pebbles or cocoa puffs even if my mom didn't buy us any chocolate syrup. yes, outsmarted the mother!

but alas, i must settle for milk only in moderation now. moderation sucks. it's so difficult to maintain...all that second-guessing and checking and consciousness.

excess is simple. excess is black or white. excess is luxury. we should all have a day of excess: sleep as late as we want, not move if we don't want to, buy whatever we wish on a whim, binge-drink, eat everything deep-fried and sugary, have lots of sex, whatever.

unfortunately, the happy holiday after will be the day of misery, returns, hangovers, fat, regret, and possibly STDs.

boo! why must everything come back and kick us in the ass? i guess it might be that thing called "consequence". psh. though i suppose that's one thing soap operas teach us: our deep, dark secret from 20 years prior will come back and destroy our happy, ignorant marriage. or something like that.

however, i would not try looking much deeper into soap operas--otherwise we would learn that babies can age 15 years in one week when the ratings are low, you can be easily replaced by other bad actors, you shouldn't worry when you're about to die because you'll come back to life during sweeps week, and you're not allowed to have a happy life until you're at least 70 years old and ugly.

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nobody on the road
nobody on the beach
i feel it in the air
the summer's out of reach