milk.
she brought back milk.
see previous posts about how i ardently i feel about the posion that is milk.
gallons of it.
at least 6 juicebox looking containers of milk in addendum to her gallon of "no need to refrigerate nastiness" in the closet.
juicebox containers of milk.
milk is not fruit. fruit juice is allowed to be boxed.bottled.canned.jarred.
milk belongs in jugs or bottles. only. it is not a sippable snack. you don't just stake a straw in an utter and suck its sour juices.nor should you be able to do it in a box. and if you want to argue with me about sticking straw in fruit, i give you that tropicana commercial and also all those tropical drinks where you can drink straight out of a pineapple or coconut. fruits dont have utters. or nipples. they dont menstruate or give birth or have sex or engage in any mammalian behavior or any behavior of the animal kingdom such as sleeping or playing boggle. they don't do any activity to make themselves warm sexcept for growing in a warm spot in the orchard.but you still refrigerate it's juices. the point i am so poorly trying to make is that if you are gonna sextract some kind of fluid from an animal and drink it, you sure as hell better make sure it is cold first. 'specially shit that curdles and spoils, which are themselves two of the most heinous words ever. seriously, i am repulsed viscerally when i read them.

after i pleaded and begged for her to stop mentioning the "m word" she kindly offered to drink it only in the absence of my presence.
that is love.

speaking of love, i miss ya bud. it is so beautiful over here, i have found so many places to take you, it's gonna be grand.