Soda!angst

[eponymous_rose]

It has occurred to me that I'm not posting enough angsty whatsit here.  And what's an LJ for if not for angsty whatsiting?

So, here it is: the fantabulous raspberry italian soda I ordered at lunch wasn't stirred so all the syrup is at the bottom. :(

I should write a poem about that.

Note to self: find something cooler to angst about.  Like bananas.

Comments

[imsane-honest.livejournal.com]

Poem, eh? *dons Emo!garb*

Woe, stirrless.
Unstirred.
The lack of that which is stirred.
Syrup.
Unstirred.
Woe.
Soda.
Italian.
Ruined.
Woe to the unstirred.

*dramatic bow*

Bananas are so angsty. Their yellowness alone could spawn a good dozen poems, at least. *nodnod*

[eponymous-rose.livejournal.com]

*snaps*

It moved me in ways I cannot describe!

The sad thing was, of course, that the soda was twice as delicious unstirred, because it was so sugary for the first few sips that I didn't even notice the flavourless rest of it.