I don't mean that scary marshmallow salad, which is erroneously monikered "ambrosia" and tastes like a bunch of styrofoam slathered in sweet mayo with canned stunted artifically sweetened oranges, and coconut! Who ever thought of that?? someone who must have been stoned all the time. I mean I've come up with some really weird combinations before, and mostly when under the inluence of some banned substance, but not coconut!
I mean the intoxicating slighly sickening flavor of the caffeine impregnated drink of the day - Mountain Dew. Not only did I come down with a bad case of the sleepies right afer eating peanuts, I felt like I was actually asleep with my eyes open. Breathing deeply did absolutely nothing to assuage my exhaustion. I'm wondering if this diet is doing me any good, since I seem to have stalled in my weight loss, and I'm getting tired at really strange times of the day, not to mention getting off the subject.
The slightly acerbic and fairly "green" taste of my last sip lingers on my tongue and the back of my throat. I don't mean a refreshing, spa-like flavor. I mean the "green" of candy and suckers. I mean the thin taste of fake lemon-lime. I mean the hearkening back to a childhood of yore when I wasn't on a damn diet because I didn't care whether I was fat, or whether my clothes matched, or whether my roots were showing. A time when I wasn't the tallest person (minus one, now) in my entire extended family.
And the color! Acid green like the finest and most intelligent alien's skin. A color that couldn't possibly occur in nature, and reminds one vaguely of an irregular specimen. I'm celebrating the oneness of Dew.
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