Ninja_tech can probably tell you how sad it is to watch an adult have what can be best described as a temper tantrum. She could also testify to witnessing several lightening bouts of utter depression afflicting her mabudatchi. Me.
The root of the matter hides in the frozen section of your local grocery store. Or more realistically, it doesn't hide there because it's NOT there. Earlier today, the curse of fate pulled me to walk though the frozen aisle. I passed by door after door filled with frozen milk products. As I neared the 2 doors with years worth of my icicled tear streaks, I saw it. I thought it was just an image of lost hope reflected back to me, but as a trembling hand opened the door, I saw my one true love.
Haagen Dazs Limited Edition Bananas Fucking Foster. oh gods!!
*ecstasy*
I dove into the freezer like a mad woman, grabbing pint after pint. Well, I only got three due to my ice cream=death condition. Stopped by the pharmacy to remedy that plus will need to use my ultimate willpower and limit myself to super small servings.