November 10th, 2005 @ 2:17 am
need that chocolate
Within seconds her screams were replaced with chocolate-flavored, snotty sighs. The straw plugged her up like a leak. I felt an overwhelming number of emotions in that moment, among them stupidity, relief, and jealousy that he figured it out before I did. Mostly I just felt sad that all she wanted was a fucking carton of chocolate milk and the whole time I thought my mother was trying to turn her into a Mormon.
remember, You can always find something good @ Dooce
