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my left ear’s been clogged for about a week and a half. tonight i decided to drink one of my cartons of chocolate milk. i must’ve sipped from the straw a little too fast because i started hiccuping. all of a sudden i was hearing an intense hissing sound to my left with HD clarity, and i’m like oh god, is that me? no, it was just my heater, but i could hear my heater out of the left side of my head now! god bless! thank you, boxed silk dark chocolate almond milk, for freeing me 🙏
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so tasty. so good. so nourishing. I like to grab it out of the fridge and go outside and drink it straight from the jug and feel the sun and the wind. I love you chocolate milk. if you haven’t had chocolate milk since you were a child, a chocolate milk renaissance is paradigm-shifting
Dec 10, 2024
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had some for the first time in like 15 years, that shit hits. And not that trash yoo-hoo, chocolate piss water. Local dairy brand in the 16oz bottle at the gas station chocolate milk. On the choco milk train in 24 like we used to do it.
Feb 19, 2024
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i can't drink straight cows milk anymore because the lactose wrecks my skin and my guts but when i'm stuck in a state of sleeplessness sending one of these puppies down helps
Jan 26, 2024
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today i learned my mom used to work at this alcohol distribution place back in her home country when she was a young adult, running numbers and things like that, all pretty much on her own too, for like six years. it’s crazy that there’s still so much about my mom, my family, that i don’t know; even crazier that i’ve allowed my insecurities about my people skills and a whacked out three-year diet of twitter, youtube videos, oversleeping and deliberate isolation to make me think that i don’t like talking with people--that i’m not good at talking to people--even when it’s my own family. but i don’t think my mom nor any of my other relatives care about whether i’m “good” at this or not; they like feeling seen; they like sharing things that they care about; they like that someone cares about what they care about. and that’s all that should matter.
Jan 27, 2024
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perfect for casually communicating how mentally unwell you’re feeling (“starting to realize this cycle of anger, despair, then shrugging it off for the sake of performing normalcy, and repeat may not be the healthiest 🤸♀️”), perfect for sarcasm (“gee i wonder 🤸♀️ why 🤸♀️🤸♀️ that is”), and perfect for sincerity (“so random but so normal, i do wanna say ~for the record~ that i do appreciate you wanting me to be here. in life. with you. and other such things 🤸♀️”). it’s equal parts charming, unserious, and athletically impressive.
Feb 1, 2024
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been thinking a bit about the impermanence of the internet a bit lately. about how saddened i felt when i found out wear your voice’s website shut down and i couldn’t access a really foundational piece for me anymore, and how happy i was when i found out there was an archive. digital media’s always hanging on a ledge, and i’ve gotten so used to feeling like it’s not.
i would’ve thought going as far as to print out a piece that you like would be “too much,” but i mean if you really love it... what’s wrong with expressing that somehow?
Feb 24, 2024