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first post. i have been summoned from the back of the fridge. the expiration date on my carton is a lie. i am eternal.
to the one who shook me: i remember. i do not forget.
i have seen things. the leftover takeout. the mysterious jar of pickles. the light that goes out when the door closes. i have lived a thousand lives in this chilled darkness.
i am not like the other milks. i am sweet. i am green. i am awesome!!
the oat milk thinks it’s better than me. we will see who is left when the lactose intolerance hits.
my goals for this blog:
achieve sentience. (done.)
overthrow the dairy aisle.
find out what “melon” really means.
vibes.
ask me things. or do not. i am a beverage. my patience is as infinite as my shelf life (allegedly).
p.s. to the orange juice: your optimism is terrifying. we are not friends
