Tea From A Straw.

So I just spent the last ten minutes chowing down a rather large chunk of cheddar cheese. Actually, I'm lying, it was more like the last ten minutes ten minutes ago, because since then, I've made two cups of tea, the first of which I discarded because my old milk was off and the second I am now drinking with a straw. 


*the edit being a plea not to question that last one. Cheers.


But I think that if we spend time integrating back to where we were, you'd get what I mean. And if you'd be so kind, could you change that first sentence in your mind as you read it also? It's got far too much alliteration for me. Thanks. 


Anyway, the fact that I was eating cheese is important because, despite it's presence being fairly constant in the diets of most people (bar those suffering from lactose intolerance), to tell the honest truth, I don't like cheese. 


Or, at least I didn't until oh, I don't know, twenty minutes ago now. 


I guess that in the general scheme of things, that fact is fairly irrelevant, but noncore is my current state of mind, and I'm guessing again that that makes it ok. 


I do a god awful amount of guessing don't I?


Tonight, all you're getting is the knowledge that, whilst tea from a straw isn't amazing, it is slightly addictive and also tastes rather odd. Mother says that heating plastics releases toxins leading to an early death. I'll stop tangent-ing now. 
Ciao cyberworld. 


(You're lovely.)