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April 05* 2005, 1:04 am
memories are a strange thing. i saw hershey's chocolate milk in a carton the other day and it brought back so many memories. something as ridiculous as hershey's chocolate milk in a carton. i have truly lost it. when mike and i started dating, he lived by a deli that had this milk. i like it for two reasons (on top of the fact that i love chocolate milk) 1. it was skim milk and i am very phlegmy so that is always a good thing 2. it is calcium fortfied and i always need more calcium. this milk is really easy to find in large, grocery store containers but rare in small, individual cartons. that deli was terrible in every other way, and is now actually out of business, but i went there every time i slept over just to get the milk. especially when i wasn't working, so mike would go to work and i would sleep in his bed and then get up and head back home. this insured that atleast twice a week i would get some calcium. i thought about getting the milk the other day when i saw it but it made me sad. i realize that makes me lame (please don't email me). it's just that it brings back memories of nice times and sleepy mornings when we were first falling in love and now that he is so far away, those memories are hard. sleepy mornings are so rare now and we spend way more time apart than together. and so on. it's almost just a memory of simpler times, when we weren't trying to plan a future, and pay bills together and deal with family deaths and couple's counseling and all that nonsense. back before we knew each other that well i guess. things are always better in memory form. i still have his old phone number tacked to my bulletin board. maybe i will call it and have more hours long phone conversations about movies and music and it will be old times all over again. so yeah, all of this was started by me seeing some shitty hershey's chocolate milk in an individual sized box. i am not crazy. i swear. |