So I finished my orange soda even before I can start blogging when it was suppose to be like by my side for some inspiration for me to sip while I type but that's the end of it.
Anyways I shouldn't be drinking this but I love orange soda and it's Mirinda and Mirinda has this one of a kind sucky taste.
My cup is orange just like my soda. Here I am typing a crappy story because I can. It was supposed to be about love but it ended up to be about orange soda. Well even orange soda is love. Now I'm sleepy because of the orange soda.
Dear Orange Soda why you so like that one??? I'm as high as fuck from this orange soda. I want to cry because the orange soda is the only thing I seem to be writing about and orange sodas don't bring people to my miserable blog.
Well it's okay as long as I have a happy private moment with my juicy sweet tantalizing yummy slurpy orange soda I'm happy. You know I've always loved you orange soda as a kid although I've not had you in a while and now I've had you three days in a row. Now that's some serious sexy shit. Oh orange soda you're so sexy. You're tangy and cool. I love you orange soda just like Kel.
I Do. I Do.
I DOOOO-OOOHHHH
