so i was just singing an ode to my glass of chocolate milk. how it makes me happy and it’s yummy.

anyway, what i really like to do after i drink a glass of chocolate milk is wash it down with a little, nearly-warm diet pepsi. because i like the way the fizziness of the diet pepsi kinda washes away that milk-film from my throat.

i fully realize how very weird this is. everyday i am begining to realize that i am just a little weirder than i thought i was. for instance:

i don’t like baked fruit. none of it. pies are not for me. i like brownie pie. but we all know that’s not really pie at all. that’s just a brownie in the shape of a pie. apple, peach, strawberry, lemon meringue. . . pie gives me shivers of horror. along with the baked fruit thing is my absolute hatred of fruit spooj. that’s where the the lemon meringue and fear of jello come in. those nutri-grain bars filled with fruity spooj make me wanna hoark.

now that i got my most favorite pair of glasses ever fixed (and i’ve been wearing glasses since i was 13), i am pondering getting some more. see america’s best has this 2 for $79.99 deal. my co-workers think it’s sort of odd that i am thinking about getting more glasses. but you see, it’s sorta like the whole sunglasses thing. at last count i have 7 pairs of sunglasses. i have so many because i don’t want to become too attached to one pair. becoming attached to one pair makes it all the more crushing when that pair gets broken or is lost. the same concept works on eyeglasses. since i barely got these glasses fixed, i need to get me some backups. work some new specs into the rotation, so that when these finally bite the dust the blow isn’t so devestating.

ok, maybe i am no so weird. because those are the only weird things that i can think of.