These are not sentences I thought I’d ever type, but… I love this brand of vanilla soy-based milk.
I’m not a milk-person, generally (thank you Asian upbringing), but it’s nice every once in a while to have something to change up your coffee/tea. Especially for those animals who aren’t enjoying the finest of beans or tea blends, those animals who down builder’s tea like it were an olympic sport. Obviously, not someone as sophisticated as me. Okay. You’re right, I’m the animal.
Yes, I feel strange for writing that down, but if I want to open myself up to writing more freely—and my brain wants to avoid writing altogether—this is what happens.
Please, let’s all try to forget this happened.