Kirkland Signature Orange Soda

Is the peak of the excitement of the now. So many interesting questions are raised. Where did it come from? Why are there only four of them of a six pack in my refrigerator? What would it taste like, were I to drink one? What would I taste like after having done so? Irreparably different?

As I left the scene of so much unexpected frivolity and imitation citrus, I saw the remainder of the Kirkland variety pack on the kitchen floor, sitting on top of a box of Duraflames. My dad now trusts Costco deeply enough to allow them monopoly in his non-caffeinated beverage and frozen lasagna purchases. I am perfectly willing to drink the grape and orange flavors, but lemon lime and root beer are empty of symbolic value for me, as they are not as embraced by the black community. I just have simultaneously higher expectations than my parents as well as lower chances of fulfilling them, starting with a soda that projects the identity I want. I feel this is reasonable.

Dinner came from the same refrigerator, down freezer town lane. I'd go out, but then I'd have to replace my front headlight, Muchachos. It's hard to not feel I'm channeling Jim Anchower with those types of excuses (or just the Muchachos bit), but there it is. I find the prolonged adolescence our culture encourages to be super. I observed eating ritual around tacquitos, avocados, and salsa. Two cans of orange drink to wash it down.

The rain is keeping up. Good day to stay inside said the Press Democrat. I take their reporting seriously, and did so. I also registered for Traffic School (next Saturday, Marin County) and dealt with outstanding landlord bullshit. All done with. Homework is tomorrow, and then maybe tell the lady who over the phone took a breath in as she said "The senator..." when referring to Obama why I haven't been returning her calls about the precinct data she acquired on my behalf. She is the worst person of all right now, according to the latest polls out of the Hillaryland of my liver. That is the place where one can rub me in incorrect ways.

I hate the rain. Makes me remember all the times I was a lover and crave cheese danishes. Reptilian mind on display right now. If the Lizard were king:









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